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penelope-kat · 7 months

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So I'm a little dissatisfied with the ending of F&C (btw totally fine to disagree, this is just my opinion. Also it's just a show ok let's all be mature here).

Let me be clear: I don't hate the ending; I think the rest of the show is amazing, AND while I LOVE the message of Simon and Betty moving on from each other and being able to be ok without each other, it felt really disingenuous for the show to say that Betty was more obsessed with Simon when they're clearly both complete freaks for each other?

Simon's whole thing in the original show whenever he was lucid was about how much he missed Betty, how fixated he was on her, and how he'd do anything to get her back, or at least be able to talk to her one more time. Marceline is always talking about how Simon was constantly obsessed with finding Betty again when she was little, and Ice King's whole character and obsession with kidnapping princesses stemmed from Simon desperately wanting to find Betty again.

All relationships have flaws, but I feel like this wasn't the right flaw to give their relationship. Simon and Betty's relationship was flawed because they were super obsessed with each other, not because Betty was more obsessed with Simon than Simon was with her. I guarantee that Simon would have done all the same shit Betty did if the roles were reversed and Betty had put on the ice crown instead, like I have not a single doubt in my mind.

It also makes Simon look a lot less emotionally intelligent and empathetic, which is like yeah, people don't always see how they hurt their loved ones, but you're really telling me he NEVER ONCE did anything Betty wanted to do? Never?? And Betty is a strong-willed woman, we always see that. She's unhinged. I love her. I feel like Simon would have picked up on her wants, too, especially since they were implied to have been together for a long time given, you know, they've co-written books and explored the world together and all. Simon ADORED Betty, and he's always been shown to be very empathetic and insightful, even at his worst during F&C! I highly doubt after all that time with Betty he would have never even considered doing her stuff. Do you really think Mr Semen Peggtricock over here, the final-boss of pathetic submissive twinks, took the reins on every aspect of anything they did together? I know that man gets his bussy destroyed three nights a week by Betty's 12 inch strap and whimpers under her weight m'kay there's no WAY he never ever once listened to what she wanted to do.

I do appreciate that the show doesn't make Simon or Betty out to be monsters or bad people or anything, and I do think in the context of Simon and Betty's stories, them going different ways makes the most narrative and thematic sense since their obsession with each other did end up severely negatively-impacting both their lives. Also, it was heavily implied that Betty reincarnated after blowing Simon sending Simon back to Ooo, so she won't be fused with Golb for all eternity in infinite loneliness. Uh that also makes me feel way better about the ending too lol.

But the specific point of "Simon didn't appreciate Betty enough".. it just doesn't sit right. That man spent collective decades mourning the loss of Betty, his princess, and all he really wanted was to be with her. He understood how brilliant she was, he loved her for it. Yes, he almost gave up her sacrifice that made him Simon again, but can you really blame him for that? He was super depressed and genuinely believed it would be the best thing to do in order to protect the little gay people in his head. He wasn't doing it to punish Betty, he'd never do that. Tbf I haven't seen many people claim he did it to punish Betty, I can just see that being a reachable conclusion for someone watching who already wasn't too keen on how their relationship had been portrayed thus far.

Betty was right: they did make their choices. And that means her choices too, choices that she literally took ownership of in the same breath, so it's weird for the show to imply only she would have gone to the lengths she did in their relationship.

Honestly the topic of overcoming obsession makes perfect sense to explore for BOTH of them. Betty having had time to think about it for 12 years as a chaos god, and Simon still being hung up because he blames himself for everything that happened. They were both equally obsessed with each other, and that mutual obsession destroyed both their lives. Now they need to be able to move on and, in Simon's case, keep living, even though Betty isn't around anymore, because his life as Simon Petrikov MATTERS.

Also before anyone brings up Temple of Mars that episode SLAPS it's GREAT and yes it is about Betty's obsession with Simon, but I always found it to be more of a "wow things became so screwed up. It's a shame Betty didn't go on her trip but the happiness she had with Simon was clearly worth it to her, it's just crazy how something like her missing a trip to be with him evolved into her time traveling into the future and losing her mind trying to save him". It wasn't really an episode about how bad Simon was for her in the beginning, it was like "holy shit girlie we need to get you on mood stabilizers ASAP cuz this shit is CRAZY".

Yeah I dunno how to wrap this up. Didn't mean to make anyone upset: I'm still shaky about how I feel on all of this and just wanted to get my thoughts out there. Opinions are valid! Even if you don't agree, I hope you can see where I'm coming from :)

Have a good night!

#long post #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #text #critique #stop!!! being mean to him!!!!!#my favorite little guy!!!!#im like that meme “he would not fucking say that” lol #feeling r weird about this one gang. why everything gotta feel so weird?#F&C was great i just think it had some problems here and there

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starleska · 8 months

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hi sorry for the weird question but are u still into larry laffer ..... ive been watching LSL playthroughs and lookin through the tag yknow as people do... and i saw your art !! it's so cute !! if u are please infodump about anything u want about him/the series/your insert i'd love to read.. have a great day!!! : )

hello there sweetie!!!! hope you're having a great day yourself 🥰🥰 omg thank you so much for being so kind about my silly art!!!! and it's not a weird question at all - i haven't had anyone ask about my beloved Larry Laffer in ages!!!! 🙈🙈🙈 popping in a clip of Larry interacting with Erin for those not in the know - but under the cut, as the series is highly NSFW 😉

as an Austin Powers enthusiast, when my dear pal @iriso-page suggested the amorous, anachronistic dweeb that is Larry Laffer, there was no chance a fixation wasn't gonna happen - specifically the version from Wet Dreams Don't Dry onwards 🙈 he's the absolute perfect combo of soppingly wet and pathetic, licentious, corny, dorky, confident and earnest!!! 🥴 i find his pitiful one-liners, cringefail dance moves and whiny voice all so intensely charming. he's horny to a fault and it's adorable;;;; he's just so up for anything and seems so sweet and supportive...not to mention i think his style is genuinely fantastic 🙈 terrible taste? perhaps, but i think more people should sexualise silly old men who try to sexualise themselves 😖💖 Larry has quite the sordid history throughout the games, and i know it must baffle some people that we enjoy such a little horndog of a character!! but i find his determination and willingness to go to such lengths for intimacy quite attractive :3c it's also a very funny trope to be obsessed with guys who are mentally or literally trapped in a totally different time period...some character recs for you there 😉 ooh you know, i never actually made a proper self-insert for Leisure Suit Larry, as that one bit of art was just How I Draw My Online Self...maybe i ought to make a proper OC? could give them a silly, Bond Girl-esque innuendo name like the other characters 👀 i would also really love to draw Larry again - even though it's been 7 months, i loved drawing this commission for a pal!!! the art style for WDDD and WDDT is sooooo beautiful, especially the colours...💖 is there anything you'd like to see, drawing-wise, of Larry? 🥰 and finally - i want to hear what you like about Larry and the series so much!!! it's always fun to hear what makes other folks happy :3c thank you so much for this wonderful ask, and i hope your week is awesome 🙏🔥

#listen to me Larry Laffer is adorable and i will never not love him sdfds i think he should have a much larger fanbase #larry laffer #leisure suit larry #erin brooks #leisure suit larry: wet dreams don't dry #leisure suit larry: wet dreams dry twice #naughty tag #suggestive #starleskasks

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daprosy · 7 months

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F-Gongon Headcanons (YAHOOOOOO!!!)

He/It (Don't let this fool you its cishet).

Compared to the normal Gongon's proud, hearty, and protective nature, he's a lot more cynical, blunt/harsh, and closed off. He still keeps the protectiveness though, but strictly only for one specific someone.

Is Gongon's ancestor but neither realize it. What they do know is that they hate each other and will bicker often.

Fights with his descendant can get violent fast because F-Gongon is extremely emotionally vulnerable kinda like Space Ex Husband cranked up by 100000x. It's a miracle F-Gongon hasn't actually fucking killed Gongon yet.

Moves slower than normal Gongon and has jankier motor skills but can drive really well and had to get its kart taken away from it cause going fast feels alarmingly amazing and he's gotten arrested for speeding on multiple occasions. And vehicular manslaughter.

GTTNG NY FRM F LTTR R TXT FRM HM S RLLY NNYNG SNC H WRTS ND TYPS LK THS (Getting any form of letter or text from him is really annoying since he writes and types like this).

Was reanimated by Dr Bad Boon and worked for him for a while as another henchman before escaping and being found by Yanyan in Adventure Forest.

Adventure Forest makes it feel all sorts of difficult emotions he can't properly put into words. These woods feels unwelcoming. Dangerous. And vaguely comforting.

Resents Bad Boon so much for how it was treated working for him as well as the fact that a freak like it was awoken in the first place. But also tends to pick up traits from Bad Boon and act in ways it normally wouldn't (Usually as an unconscious[?] defense mechanism.)

No but like he's pathetic but also just. Not a good person. Your Father's Son core type bitch. Dude has murdered a plenitude of rodents just out of boredom. Also killed someone else like years ago but we'll get to that. Will he kill any more monkeys at any point in the future? Maybe (Yes).

The heavy shocks reanimating him combined with the bolt in its head have heavily loosened its eyes, so you can shake him up or knock him around and they'll be in different positions. Sometimes even fall out. The way I typically draw him is what it believes to be the closest he can get to "properly" locking them in place.

Absorbs electricity when shocked with it (naturally as he's powered with it) but if he's gotten too much it sort of enters a drunken state where it becomes loopy and a lot more open and has to be put in a safe place so he doesn't injure itself or others.

He doesn't need to sleep but he can. Sometimes when visiting W-Meemee it'll just curl up in her bed and fall fast asleep. It has the ability to dream but that won't occur super often.

W-Meemee... oh, where to begin. The kindest monkey he's ever met. The one who was there for him at its worst. And isn't too rowdy and energetic to handle. It'd give the world to be her partner. He just needs to get the words out.

Um. um. I have something silly to say. Little spoon :3

When he cries, the eye on the grey side of his face will tear up more than the yellow side.

Adores butterflies and also highly envies them. It wishes he could be a beautiful butterfly and fly away from his problems. Its taking this to the second grave.

P-Yanyan often bullies him.

Was good friends with Su k'Su (Kenrai) before killing her after a dispute and running off never to be seen again. He has no memory of this but she sure does.

Being around her makes it very uncomfortable in a way it can't describe. Why does W-Meemee keep bringing her around. Why are they roommates. Who even knows.

Kenrai sends him anon hate on Super Monkey Ball Tumblr frequently.

#radley's headcanons #super monkey ball #f-gongon #I LOVEEEEE MY COMF CHARACTER!!! ULTIMATE FAV EVER

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cooliogirl101 · 2 years

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May I ask why Orochimaru and Reina are one of your favourite relationships? I’d be really interested in hearing the breakdown, and what aspects of their relationship/dynamic you appreciate specific. I’m also extremely curious what makes Orochimaru a good fit for Reina too (since Reina is basically a good fit for everyone in the PPG AU, haha. I adore how Hisana manages to be loved in every universe just by being kind and understanding).

Mostly because I enjoy pairing Hisana (Reina) together with the most immoral characters I can find, but before they reach the point where they become completely irredeemable. It’s an opportunity to explore the effect a single person can make on another person’s life and besides, I love the trope of “character has no moral compass of his own and so hires someone else to be it for him.”

And like, Orochimaru is the person every self-preservation instinct tells you to avoid. Even if they’re not consciously aware of it, he makes people uneasy, on edge, because every instinct is screaming at them that There is something wrong with this guy. He’s not human, he feels nothing. He wouldn’t care if you died right in front of him— he wouldn’t care if he was ordered to kill you.

So people avoid him. Avoid looking in his eyes, avoid doing anything that could potentially attract his attention (his interest is a dangerous thing to have, after all. You need only possess a sharingan to know that). There’s nothing more dangerous than a man on the ledge, a man on the verge of having nothing to lose, because this is someone who can and will drag you over the cliff with him.

Reina is not necessarily the type of person who will force someone back from the ledge. When she first started visiting Orochimaru in his lab, she didn’t try to force him to leave his lab/experiments or nag him to go outside. Instead, she just...reminded him that a world outside of his lab existed.

She brings him food from a new restaurant that opened down the street. She always comments casually about the weather that day (“Love the breeze today, it goes so well with the sun!” “Think there might be a thunderstorm coming later, you can really smell it in the air.”). She talks about her plans later (“I’m getting Minato’s input on a new seal I’m working on. He mentioned Jiraiya might be in town so I was hoping to get his opinion as well.”). She talks about a new book she just discovered, and “forgets” to take it with her when she leaves. She’s a living, breathing, constant reminder that there’s more to life than his experiments, one that refuses to leave, refuses to judge, and in the end, that makes all the difference.

If Reina is patient and understanding and gentle with Orochimaru, Orochimaru’s tendency to do the exact opposite with her is another reason why I love their relationship. He’s perceptive enough to see the cracks in her facade when she’s taking on too much, when she’s pushing herself too hard, and unlike the other people in her life, he’s not polite enough, kind enough, or merciful enough to allow her to hide behind oh-so-convincing smiles and reassurances; instead, he’ll ruthlessly chip away at her defenses until he gets the answer he wants. He’s the one least likely to fall for her mask because everyone else wants to believe her and he doesn’t give her that luxury. He doesn’t care about offending her or pushing her away, because he already knows she’s going to stay (as probably the only person who has experienced firsthand how impossible it is to get her to leave). He calls her out on her refusal to allow people to help her, her hypocrisy (“You preach that friends should always support each other, and yet you refuse to allow anyone to support you. Why are you the exception, Reina? Do you think so highly of yourself that you truly believe no one else can handle the things you do?” “No, of course not! I--” ”Or is it that you believe everyone around you too pathetic to provide meaningful aid? Do your comrades know you think so lowly of them?”), forces her to confront the way she views herself, in a way that’s borderline cruel and yet effective (he’s long since honed his words to be as effective as any weapon, sharp enough to cut through any defenses his opponent puts up).

And you know what? I think that’s exactly what she needs.

#powerpuff girls au #I’m here for Orochimaru being the worlds most awful therapist lmao

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

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Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

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Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

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“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

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Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

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Enchanted

finally finished this!!! im so happy with it, and will be writing it in thomas’s pov as soon as possible and perhaps part 2?

Sleep evades me. My mind keeps returning to last night, specifically to a certain person I had met last night. I pull the covers higher, burying my head as I finally gave into my wandering mind.

I stand alone, needing a break from my aunt Amelia. The music was beautiful, a soft sound that filled the entire room. The party itself was decorated in a magical way, the columns in the building encompassed in vines, the tables with floral centrepieces. It was a mixture of whimsy and magic, yet no one seemed happy to be here. Everyone I spoke to was forcing smiles, men faked laughter as they believed this was not a party but a way to make business deals and enforce their own reputation. It was absurd how no one was just admiring the effort people put into making this perfect. It was the same every month, I'd walk to the edge of the room and watch. To calm my nerves, to explore the different flower pieces, the musicians and the flickering candles from the chandelier. The gowns women wore only once to try and show their wealth, whilst I tended to wear the same, as it fit the magical atmosphere this room desperately tried to make people see, yet they were too blind by their greed, the need to prove themselves to everyone to just simply stand back and enjoy themselves.

My cousin Liza seemed to be in conversation with Dacina, the host of the party, someone I had spoken to a few times, each being more enjoyable. Her calming demeanour and charm always lifted my spirits. Her family organizes this ball once a month, her father hates it but makes a lot of business so it is always left to her to plan and design it. With the help of Illeana and lots of their servants they always make this place ethereal. Her brother, Thomas Cresswell, only ever shows up for a few hours then leaves, only being able to handle the faking niceties for so long. Dacina told me of his tolerance, or lack thereof, to society. She speaks highly of her brother, as I once did, yet I have never met Mr.Cresswell.

The varnished wooden floor slowly gathers marks as couples danced. How I longed to be one of those dancers, being swivelled by someone I loved. They would look at me as if I was the most magical thing in the room, with a soft smile and adoration in every word he whispers to me. I would be his equal as we spun around, the world fading into nothing as we held each other. Alas, those dreams are not likely for someone cruel enough to carve the dead.

I snap out of my fantasy as a group of older men walk towards the buffet near me. They talk loud enough so everyone can hear, shockingly talking about work. I roll my eyes at them and look away back to the dance floor. The lights above cast shadows, making the scene feel like my imagination as I sit by a fireplace to read a romance novel. If this was a novel, there would be my love interest here, watching and finding the courage to say something. There are families at the table, children clinging to mothers as the men sit and discuss whatever. My father, uncle and aunt sit together in a seemingly civil conversation. I look for Liza again, deciding I should probably stop brooding in the corner but as I look for her my attention keeps going back to the men at the buffet. Not by choice, but by their obnoxious decision to shout their conversation.

“A woman led the strike, ridiculous, she had to go,” I heard an oldish man say, followed by murmurs of agreement, “these strikes are out of hand, demanding we pay more, absurd notions.” The man is none other than Mr. Birling, a notoriously cold hearted man, much like dacianas father apparently, both of whom value money rather than people. Even their own families. The group of men who looked the same as him, slightly wrinkled face, greyish hair, miserable faces with hints of conniving schemes being plotted against each other. Friends until one of them was earning more money and was more successful, then they were enemies again.

The men were in a heated discussion about their business and from what I can dissect from their ramblings is that they fully believe themselves to be hard working men, a rarity these days, and they must do what is necessary for their companies. Meaning, budget cuts, strikes from workers, firing people, and any horrible decision in the name of money. I refrain from rolling my eyes, or going over to berate them.

“Mr. Birling would not know what a hard day's work is.” someone says quietly behind me. His voice is smooth, confident, and whilst I agree due to what I have learnt about the birling family and the conversation I had just overheard, I still wouldn't say it aloud with him being this close. Not that he pays any attention to anyone but ‘hard working men’.

I turn my head slightly, the man behind me is tall, a smirk playing at his lips. His suit is finely tailored in a dark grey, with a peach tie. He takes a step forwards and stands at my side, staring out into the crowd, a glass of half drunk champagne in his hand. I return my gaze to the crowd. “Whatever makes you think that, surely you heard him talk about how much he works,” I try to suppress my own smirk and I also sneak a glance at the strange man. He merely takes a sip of his champagne.

“Right of course, his words, I shall listen more closely next time.”

“As you should. You wouldn't want to misinterpret someone's work ethic and make a fool of yourself in front of a stranger.”

“You consider me a fool now?” he turns to me now, hands pressed against his chest in fake offence. His brown eyes meet mine as I face him. His sharp cheekbones feel familiar, but I can't place where from.

“Yes. how could you consider someone such as Mr Birling, a man with such talent and tolerance of others, a man who clearly built his company and was not handed it by his father, how could you with a straight face imply he doesn’t know hard work.” we stare at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. He has such a pure laugh, we seem to be the only sound in the room. People around us stop and stare, upset two people are having fun at a party. The stranger leans against one of the columns, disrupting the vines slightly. Yet he doesn't seem to care, as he slowly starts to regain his composure from our outburst.

Mr. Birling is one of the men looking at us with full disdain. He perceives us as two kids who do not understand life, he specifically tells his accountant that there is something wrong with us if the rumours are to be believed. Children of science. Outrageous. Especially a girl. A girl, not a woman. I ignore his pathetic whining, intent on not letting him ruin my night and return my focus to the stranger. Who, I realise, is someone who enjoys science. His face is more solemn now, having also overheard Mr.Birling. He quickly recovers and plasters a smirk on his face, a spark shines in his eye and I can already tell this won't be good.

“I want to meet this ‘girl’ who led the strike, perhaps she could use some help. I mean, all they ask is fair pay,”

“But fair pay is absurd. Completely and utterly absurd. Why should the wealthy share their wealth to those who ensure it.” he finishes for me. The men that run this world will end up being the reason it fails. We share a look, full of understanding and he lets out a sigh. Now we're talking about work and politics at a party.

“Aside from those charming men, how are you enjoying the party?” He gestures to the men around us and I snort. Charming was one word for them. Being with him and trading remarks felt like passing notes to each other, telling secrets during class even though we are meant to be listening to the teacher. I can't help but think I know him, and by the look in his own face he knows me. Perhaps we met but didn't have time for a full conversation like we are now.

“Mostly entertaining, the place is spectacular as always, the people are..” I searched for a word to describe the people, as well as my family. I love them dearly but they can be insufferable. “An interesting mix. My family is dramatic, so I escaped to the edge to peace and quiet, which apparently isn't possible. "I give him a pointed look but he takes no notice.

“My family is also dramatic, and I came for peace myself but found myself captivated by you, specifically how you watched the crowd, listening, and how you curled your fists in an attempt not to go and publicly humiliate the poor man. Which, by the way, I think you should've. Would've made the whole thing worth it.” He takes a sip of his champagne and I nearly roll my eyes at him. Of course he'd want that. From what I can tell he isn't someone who enjoys society and has no problem saying it. I also think about the families in attendance and which of those are dramatic. The only person I can think of is Darci's brother, whom I've not met but heard about his nature over wine with her.

“If I was merely standing here minding my business would you still have found me captivating enough to talk to me? Or is my appeal in my anger?”

He downs the rest of the drink and straightens himself taking a step towards me. I cross my arms, impatient but he gives me a soft smile. “I've been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, I always see you here at the edge, always. My eyes find you instantly in any crowd. Transfixed, captivating. It was an added bonus to me when I saw the fierce nature in your eyes up close, I knew I was right to want to befriend you.”

Silence falls as we both take in his words. I feel bad, not being able to figure out who he is. His honesty is admirable and makes me smile, as well as blush. I can feel heat rise to my cheeks. Just as I begin to rectify the situation by asking for his name, a man comes behind

me, he’s around 40 probably, and looks at me horrendously in an attempt at a smile. I recognised him from earlier, he's one of the men that spoke with Mr Birling and that alone makes me instantly want to recoil.

“Can I help you sir?” I asked and I can hear my own clipped words, yet somehow he does not. The smile widens and he looks me up and down. Then he offers his hand to me and I realise he wants to dance. With a woman half his age, that he has never met.

“Miss Wadsworth, dance with me?” more of a common than a question. Since I am already highly aware he doesn’t like when females have opinions or say no, I refrain from rolling my eyes and just walking off from him. Instead I take a step back, so I'm by my new friend’s side and smile widely.

“I'm afraid I already promised the darling Wadsworth a dance, we are just finishing our drinks first.” As if to prove my point he drinks the last of his drink, mostly to hide his smirk. Something else the man doesn't seem to notice. His face drops, but his pride makes him believe he can stand there, waiting for me to run to him. There is an awkward silence until I feel hands reach down and take mine, they are warm and make me jump slightly at the contact. Not in a bad way, not in the way I would have if it had been the man in front of me with his gaze like fire as he looks at our joined hands as though he has a right to be mad about it. I feel my own fire burn as he stares, so I tug his hand away from the man. I need to just escape into the dreamlike nature of the dancefloor, as well as thank my saviour and learn his name.

He leads me to the dance floor, nearer the edge and his hands slip down to my waist as I find his shoulders. His touch is hesitant but reassuring. Somehow he looks calm and terrified, as though he never expected to dance with me but never wants to stop. I can't help but feel the same as we begin to move. My skirt swirls around us and we say nothing for a while as we both calm ourselves and let the music envelope us. In a way, this is as close to my daydreaming as I might ever get. Being here on the dance floor with someone who isn't twice my age and the definition of misogyny. We dance as equals, neither of us truly leading but letting each other float around each other. We're sure of our movements and demand nothing from each other. It is a weird calmness that settles. We are strangers as far as i know, and yet we dance as though we have known each other our entire lives.

“You are a delight, miss Wadsworth.” he breaks the silence, somehow louder than the music for me, yet it's quiet. Almost like he didn't mean to say it aloud.

“How do you know me?” my voice matches and i feel bad asking, but i need to know. My tone is not accusing, and his face only burrows in confusion for a second before he smirks at me. A smirk I'm seeming to become familiar with.

“My sister Dacina speaks highly of you.” my eyes must expand as he laughs softly. That's why I recognized him. He has the same structure as Dacina, sharp cheekbone and soft skin. Perfect complexion.

“So you are the infamous Thomas cresswell?” this time I smirk and his eyes widen.

“Infamous? What on earth have you heard of me?”

“Your sister has lots of opinions on you.”

“Of course she does. Whatever she has said is most likely not true.” He blurts out and I laugh at his relationship with his sister and him wanting to impress me. “Unless she told you I am utterly irresistible, charming, quick witted and incredibly smart.” winking at me he sends me into a surprising spin and my hands land on his chest. We've sped up slightly, yet our heartbeats are both faster than necessary and I can see a hint of a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“She did mention you have an overly large ego. She'll be happy to know I agree with her.” I feel his hands tighten at my waist slightly and I watch his curls fall down in his face as he shakes his head. I'm delighted by this turn of events. Daci is wonderful, and if this is the Thomas that I get to see, not his reputation, then I shall try and keep this in my life for as long as possible. His spark in his eyes shows how he may think the same. Also, if daci, liza and ileana are with Thomas, then i might have the most fun I've ever had in my life.

His voice slides through my thoughts, but also reinforces them. “I am sure she failed to mention how big of an ego she has. Honestly, Darci is worse than I. Have you met Illeana? She will surely agree with me on this.”

“I'm sure she would, I've also heard you are a scientist, what do you study?”

“The dead. Much like you and your uncle.” There is so much certainty in his voice, no resentment or the usual tone I hear so I gift him an earnest smile.

The song ends, and we stand, hands still on each other for a second longer than we should. Just as I go to remove my hands from his chest I feel him pinch my sides lightly. Then his warm hands slip from my waist and I wish more than anything to dance again.

We go to return back to the column near the buffet, where we first spoke, and as I take a step I feel him move so he's pressed at my back, his hands finding mine. Even though we are gloved, even though no one can see our hands due to how close we are, and how many people are moving about, my heart pounds at his bold nature. I adore it, so I squeeze him and keep my head facing forward as I lead him off the dance floor. We settle back, Thomas letting go of my hand to pick up two glasses of champagne and hands me one. We both take a long sip, perhaps settling our brains or making it worse. Well see.

“You look,” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words, brows furrowed slightly as if he was reading a dictionary, “enchanting.” he finally finishes, gifting me a rare smile it seems. No longer does he smirk at me, but shows me a genuine look that I want to have painted as it is the best thing I have witnessed. Heat rises to my cheeks as I look down at my dress. Someone at least understood what I was going for, with a pale peach colour, sparkling bodice that runs along the length of the skirt. The long sleeves adorned with tiny gemstones, golden to match the accented colours of the hall. In response to Thomas I look back up at him with my own genuine smile, perhaps some of the only true smiles to be shared this evening. His suit fits him perfectly, showing off his defined features, his tie a pale peach as well. I assume Dacina helps him, as her dresses always astound me with the details. There are tiny, miniscule gems on his tie, that snake down and remind me of vines.

“You look,” I act the way he did, scanning my brain for something that fits, handsome or charming doesn't do justice but I'm sure whatever I use will only boost his ego and be used against me, so I settle with: “bedazzling.”

“Bedazzling?”

“Thomas, I study the dead, I have to look closer than one should at things, so of course I noticed your tie. Henceforth: bedazzling.” The air shifts back to our teasing tone and he smirks once again.

“You are the only one to notice, except Daci of course, nothing gets past her. Am I correct in assuming you like the tie?” Despite his teasing I feel a hint of worry as if I wouldn’t like his tie.

“I adore the tie cresswell, everyone here should be weaning ties with tiny jewels.”

His face falls as he scans the crowd, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the groups of men. “I cannot tell if you are being serious with me or not, but I agree nonetheless. The men here are awfully drab, boring, plain. It's insulting to us really. Daci puts so much time into making this beautiful and these people do not see it.” He is shaking his head. I agree, I have heard how much work goes in and despite my effort to help she insists that I do nothing but enjoy the party. I have a sneaking suspicion though that Liza helps. The flower centrepieces are her favourite, and whilst that might be a coincidence I know how stubborn and convincing she can be.

“I do. I love her parties. I always find myself standing here, watching and noticing all the changes from the month prior. Like, last month she went for more of a red theme, with red roses as the centrepieces, little red accented chairs and carpets. Whereas this month is more of a forestry vine, hence the vines around the column.” I point as though they are a secret thing you need to search for even though they are obvious. Yet he turns anyway and runs his finger down the length of it with his adorable face set at a soft smile. Thomas might have been there when she got the idea, or placed them or he might have placed them himself and is now remembering it.

My gaze finds Thomas and he looks at me, baffled, and I feel the blush creeping back up. It is not the same confused look that I get when I tell people my love of science, but one of intrigue. As if he could listen to me talk forever and not get bored. It's as if he has never thought anyone would notice such things about his family's party. “Enchanting.” is all he whispers to me. Then he clears his throat, an ever so soft shake of his head as though once again the words were meant for him and not us both.

I stare out at the crowd again. I'm sure my family will want to know where I've disappeared to, I normally do not leave them this long. Liza I'm sure will want to know why I danced with Thomas. Yet the thought of leaving him makes my legs leaden and my heart sink and anchor me right next to him. Im completely wonderstruck, and feel ill have a permanent blush, especially when i look at his stupidly handsome face, his quick smirk and small smiles that feel special. It is odd, I've only heard stories, spoken to him briefly and danced, yet I have enjoyed his company immensely and hope this never ends. I want more dances and to steal more smiles to keep forever. I want to make fun of people together, and dance.

I go to steal a glimpse of him, expecting to find him staring at the crowd like I was but his eyes are on me. “I have to leave,” his abrupt words anchor me in an entirely different way, “I mean, I want to stay and I'm sure you want my amazing presence always now Wadsworth but I have to wake early. New job. So, my darling, I shall see you tomorrow.” Thomas hesitates for half a second and begins to walk away. I watch him go and say goodnight to his sister and then leave. His words fill my head. It’s reassuring to know he enjoys my company as much as I do.

I bolt upright in my bed, the lights, music and memories falling away as I focus on the last words he said to me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What does tomorrow mean? Does it mean he has a job where he thinks I visit? Will he be making an effort to befriend me? Does he know my family? I am so confused. How had I not caught these words sooner? Perhaps he wants to tell me he had a terrible time, that he doesn't like my presence. I'm on my feet without realising, pacing back and forth, the cold air hugging me close. I wish he was in front of me now. I wish he would whisper the words enchanting again. I wish I knew what was happening in a few hours that warranted him saying those four words. I run my hands over my face, untie my hair and let my curls fall over my shoulder, brushing away the colder ever so slightly. I'm ridiculous. Four tiny words sent me spiralling. I climb back into bed, my hair fanning out around me and the blanket returning warmth back into my system. Immediately my mind returns to Thomas, his face forever in my mind. Even if tomorrow could be the last time I see him, there is a chance that it is just the start.

Enchanting…

Those words fill me with confidence that yes, Thomas might become someone special to me. That perhaps our dance sparked something and now all I wish is that I can tell him how enchanting he is.

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#sjtr #hpd #efh #ctd #cresswell #thomas and audrey rose #Thomas Cresswell #Audrey Rose Wadsworth #audrey rose #kerri maniscalco #enchanted #taylor swift #stalking jack the ripper #Hunting Prince Dracula #escaping from houdini #capturing the devil

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LGBTQ Visual Novel Review - OshiRabu: Waifus Over Husbandos

If you are at all interested in Yuri or visual novels, you will have undoubtedly heard of OshiRabu: Waifus Over Husbandos. The Yuri rom-com was one of Steam’s top 20 February releases, and it hit the trending page on the platform. These accomplishments are incredible, and it is lovely to see both a visual novel and a Yuri game get so much love and recognition. However, whenever a title succeeds and manages to make an impact outside of the Yuri community, it always brings up a few questions. Mainly, does it deserve to be one of the few Yuri titles to obtain “mainstream success” and is it a positive ambassador for the genre, one which can further Yuri’s popularity and pull new consumers into it? These concerns boil down to one question, is it good? Usually, this inquiry is pretty quickly answered, with most elements of a product either being positive or negative. However, OshiRabu delivers more of a challenge. There are some fantastic parts to this game which I applaud and gush over, yet there are also several problems, both major and minor. The dichotomy between OshiRabu’s highs and lows is possibly the strongest I have ever seen in a Yuri title.

OshiRabu: Waifus Over Husbandos is the debut game of SukeraSomero, the new sister brand of the excellent Yuri studio, SukeraSparo. The plot follows Akuru Hayahoshi, an otaku with an obsession with her “husbandos” from gacha games and seriously bad luck. One day she bumps into a cute and bubbly student, Ren Furutachi. After Ren shows off her uncanny good luck to Akuru, a miscommunication sees Ren believing that Akuru confesses to her. For Ren, it is love at first sight, and she persistently negotiates her way into living with the older woman.

The rest of the game flits between comedic moments as Akuru and Ren live together. Examples include the girls shopping for a new bed, since Ren insists on sleeping next to Akuru, and Akuru creating boys’ love doujinshi with her friend Shino. There is, of course, a climax, which will not be spoiled in this review, and three possible endings, depending on two-player choices. An optional 18+ DLC expands on one of the endings and offers several explicit scenes.

There are some enjoyable aspects of this plot. For one, it is light and pleasant, never letting itself settle too much or grow stale. The situations are not hilarious but enjoyable and well suited to the with the characters’ personalities, and establishing several recurring themes and jokes, such as Shino teasing Ren and Ren accusing Akuru of cheating. There is an excessive amount of adorable fluff, which matches well with the overall tone of the game. These delightful moments cater to a variety of interests and fixations, so every reader is likely to find something they like. My personal favorite was a brief imagination sequence where Ren and Akuru have a child together, cute Yuri stories about women raising a kid are one of my weaknesses, and the reason Voltage’s Lovestruck has stolen hundreds of dollars from me.

The writing is also fantastic. The descriptive prose makes me laugh at the poor quality English translations we had a decade ago, and sometimes still unfortunately get. SukeraSomero deserves a great deal of praise for the simultaneous English, Japanese, and Chinese release. It is amazing that everyone got to experience this game together all over the world, without having to wait years for a possible license and translation. English translator Meru is one of the best in the business, and her work shines here. Her adaptation is amazing and fits the games’ modern setting and feel. I personally do not care for the amount of internet culture language included, such as Ren calling Akuru a “thot,” simply because such terminology tends to become dated quickly. However, I will defend the creative choices as accurate to Oguri Aya’s original story.

There is one more major compliment I have to give this game, and it is a big one. OshiRabu is extremely queer. While most Yuri titles exist as lesbian or lesbian adjacent content with little construction of LGBTQ identity, for example naming, displaying meaningful sexual and romantic relationships, or showing any aspect of queer culture, OshiRabu does all of these. I was floored when, early on in the story, Ren confesses to Akuru that she is a “lesbian.” The word lesbian is actually used directly in the visual novel, an unfortunate rarity for the Yuri genre. I even swapped the game into the original Japanese to confirm, and there again was the coming-out moment; the word “lesbian,” in all its glory, was planted right on the screen. This fantastic scene was not a one-off occurrence either.

Throughout OshiRabu, Ren continuously mentioned her homosexuality, which is usually juxtaposed by Akuru pondering her own sexuality, which she defines as an attraction to 2D men and nothing else. Although, her identity obviously changes because you know the women must end up together by the end. Some other excellent scenes feature queer representation. For example, at one point in the game, Akuru goes to a gay bookstore where another woman approaches her. When trying to explain that she is not interested, Akuru almost exclaims, “I’m normal,” a sentiment which she quickly realizes is hurtful and prejudice with some spectacular self-reflected narration. Moments like these offer nuanced and thoughtful presentations of LGBT culture and are the definite highlight of the game.

Sadly, not every aspect of the visual novel is as fantastic as these. In fact, many parts of it range from unfortunate to downright atrocious. First, the characters, while not awful or unlikeable, have some harmful qualities to them. Akuru is distant and introverted, which often leads to her being cold or even rude to Ren, which is never confronted or resolved. On her part, Ren is sadly the stereotypical aggressive lesbian, and frequently invades Akuru’s personal space, a topic which is again never reconciled. It is fine to have a character make problematic choices, but when their actions do not have consequences and conflicts have no resolution, it is a significant issue. The only character I unequivocally enjoyed was Shino, as she spends the whole game humorously teasing the two.

Speaking of conflicts, the final dramatic twist comes about as a result of Ren running away and refusing to communicate with Akuru. It turns out, minor spoilers, that she was testing her, which is a pathetic and ridiculous action which in real life can and should have serious repercussions or even end the partnership. Additionally, the topic of Akuru’s shared affection for Ren and her virtual husbandos, which is an immense source of stress for Ren, is not addressed in the base game, only the DLC. The extra content has its own set of problems too.

It is not uncommon for visual novels to include adult content in a separate patch so they can sell the base game on Steam. However, such adult patches are usually free, and OshiRabu’s is not, instead it sells for $4.99. This price is on top of the $24.99 base game, which means you are shelling out 30 dollars for the complete experience. An experience which, mind you. only clocks in at about 3 hours, hardly what I would call a value. It is an additional shame because the adult content is really well done. All the 18+ scenes, except for maybe the brief first one, showcase a tender loving relationship and skillfully written erotic content, although one or two metaphors did not land very well. However, not every player will want the 18+ content, and OshiRabu essentially forces them to play through it if they are going to see all the base game’s conflicts resolved.

There is also an unfortunate amount of service. While most of OshiRabu’s service is just sweet and cute moments between the characters, there is plenty of exploitative artwork designed to cater to specific players of a more perverted persuasion. Ren is usually the subject of such content, with shots featuring her panties and one extremely revealing cosplay outfit consisting of little more than two strips of cloth. Obviously, some players will enjoy these aspects of the game, but they did not work well for me, especially when I compared such clumsy service with the robust adult content.

However, this exploitative artwork, along with the rest of the game’s art, is phenomenally well crafted. Artist and character designer DSmile creates detailed and colorful illustrations that match the light comedic tone of the game. The adorable and vibrant artwork, drawn in a light watercolor style, makes my heart sing! There are also plenty of CG pieces, over 20, including the DLC, which adds six more. Given the games short length, this means you will see a new CG every ten minutes or so. The UI is also incredibly clean, easy to navigate, and blends well with the aesthetics of the art. My only complaint visually is that the sprites are entirely static. Except for different facial expressions and a few outfit changes, they are always the exact same, standing like flat mannequins against a backdrop. There is no animation or even alternative poses for them.

The voice acting is similarly high quality. Voice actors Nekomura Yuki, Kitaooji Yuki, and Waou Kirika all give fantastic performances in Japanese, and the quality of the recordings is consistently amazing. Even the adult scenes are voiced and showcase the range of talent present. The music is not nearly as good, but it does not intrude either. There are enough tracks to prevent the music from getting too dull, although the central theme and one of the tracks, “Let’s Go Out!” push this boundary a little far. Unfortunately, none of them are too memorable either, and I can guarantee that I will never be touching the BGM tab of the extras menu.

OshiRabu: Waifus Over Husbandos is a highly polished and visually impressive experience. The visual novel contains incredible artwork and is well constructed, showing the promise and talent of SukeraSparo. The stellar, although unfortunately necessary, adult DLC, and inclusion of LGBT themes are superb aspects that could have made playing this game a blast. However, a poorly constructed story, weak characters, and a high price tag compared to the amount of content offered severely detract from the game’s success. If you do not mind excessive service or are interested in lots of cute Yuri moments, pick this one up when it goes on sale.

Ratings: Story – 5 (6 with DLC) Characters – 4 Art – 9 Voice – 10 Music – 5 LGBTQ – 10 Sexual Content – 5 (9 with DLC) Final – 5

The visual novel is available on Steam and MangaGamer

#yuri #reviews #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq+#queer #gay #lesbian #visual novel #oshirabu #oshirabu: waifus over husbandos #girls love #gl #wlw #video games #gaming #game

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Hi! I just found your blog and your writting is great! I was wondering if you could do a fic for tanjiro x reader where reader is a pillar and is like 2 or 3 years older than tanjiro and he has a massive crush on her but she keeps on kid-zoneing him so he keeps on trying to prove to her that hes not a kid, and he like saves her or something and she final notices him? I'm sorry if that is too specific. Thank you

Tanjiro x Reader

Notice me! (I'm sorry for this title XD)

"Tanjiro has proven himself to be very capable." At the mention of that boy's name, you perk up, sitting a little straighter. Oyakata-sama seems to be gauging your reaction.

"I do think he is a skilled slayer. He has proven himself in previous battles." You keep your tone neutral. Measured. Oyakata-sama nods before continuing.

"Would you have any qualms on going on a mission with him?"

"Of course not." A part of you is hesitant, but you know better than to let personal vexes get in the way of your work. So you accept, the meeting is adjourned, and you set off to the rendezvous point.

Kamado Tanjiro. He has created quite a buzz among the demon slayer corps recently. Several of your colleagues think highly of him, while others dislike him. But you? What do you think of him?

You sigh, confusion muddling your thoughts. Quite simply, you think of him as a child. Although you're only a few years older than him, part of you can't help but feel as though he shouldn't have a place on the battlefield. It's hypocritical, you know, considering that you also became a slayer at the same age.

Maybe that is what makes you brush over his attempts at confessions with you. At this point, you've lost count of how many times he's told you he likes you.

"Thank you. I like you too." You pet him on the head- a blatantly unromantic gesture. The sparkle in his eyes disappear, his embarrassment turning into shame.

It's pathetic. You know. You should give him a concrete answer, yet you're leaving him hanging with evasive answers. But part of you doesn't want to turn him down.

You try to sort out your thoughts until you reach the village, where Kamado is waiting for you. When he notices that you've arrived, a blush spreads across his cute cheeks.

"Good evening, Kamado-kun." He bows before straightening. You realise he's a few centimetres shorter than you. "You do know about what this mission entails, yes? Let's get started."

"Please, call me Tanjiro." His voice quivers slightly, no doubt from his nerves. Without thinking, you pinch his cheek.

"Don't be so tense. Think of me as nothing more than a comrade." You whisper, hoping to dispel the awkward tension. Unfortunately, his face turns a few shades darker and Tanjiro refuses to meet your gaze.

"There have been reports of multiple villagers disappearing close to the edge of the forest- the work of demons, no doubt. I will keep watch there. Stay hidden, if I need your assistance we can surprise them-"

"Why can't I engage them with you?" He frowns. You know it's going to be hard to convince him to follow your plan.

"I don't want you to be hurt. Listen to me, please?" Tanjiro clammers up, and he nods wordlessly. You set to work, hiding your sword within the folds of your haori, which is long enough to conceal your uniform.

You skirt the edge of the village. It's pitch black, but you pick up the sound of footsteps. They're slow at first, but suddenly pick up pace as they approach your flank. Without a moment's hesitation, you unsheathe your blade, slicing off the demon's outstretched arms, claws inches from your neck, and pinning him down with your free arm.

"Where are the rest of the demons? I know there's more than one of you. Tell me and I may grant you a painless death." The demon snarls, snapping at you but your grip does not falter. "So be it."

Just as you're swiping the blood off your blade, you pick up the sound of more demons approaching you, a horde. Cursing, you turn to face them. You would typically be able to handle a group of demons, but the sheer number of them makes it seem daunting.

As you engage them, Tanjiro springs in front of you, swiftly dispatching a few of the unsuspecting demons in an instant. The two of you work in tandem, and the fight is over in the blink of an eye.

"Are you alright?" Tanjiro sheathes his blade, his voice steeped in concern. You're stunned. His prowess with the blade exceeded your expectations. He may be young, but his skill and passion is undeniable.

"I'm fine. Thank you for your assistance…" You sigh, "Tanjiro."

He blinks, a blush dusting his cheeks once more. Is it wrong to assume you're warming up to him? Tanjiro's heart is pounding, a bubbly feeling pooling in his chest. You've finally acknowledged him!

"I'm sorry. I'm barely a few years older than you, I should be treating you more like an equal." You chuckle, at yourself, since you've been taught a lesson. "Shall we start heading back? I'll treat you to a meal as a way of thanks."

Tanjiro mutters a small 'thank you'. You don't know what you feel for him, you don't know what to do; but one thing's for certain. He's extremely adorable.

#kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba imagine #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer

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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years

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For the OTP ask: 8, 9, 16, 53, and 91 (for this one, it could just be a song you have for them, too) :D

*rubs palms together and giggles* Oooo, I'm loving these questions! I get to show how much of a nerd am I for these two nerds! >:3

8. Who tends to worry the most?

I was going to answer this with 'both equally', but the more I think, the more I realize that Solas is the one who worries the most. XD

I mean, come on. We all know Solas is a natural worry wart. It's in the man's blood, and Fane has a tendency to make his dear wolf's blood pressure rise to fatal heights with the shit he does. PFFT!

Fane is a literal battering ram when it comes to battles (this is based on how I've specced him in-game), and he just charges in without caring if he'll get sliced, diced, or scorched. Fane's illness with magic makes it incredibly difficult for Solas to erect barriers on him, so he has to devise other ways to keep Fane in one piece (nitpicking about his armor, constantly asking, 'Are you certain you are ready?', and begging, 'Please control yourself this time, ma'isenatha.') All of that worry comes from the fact that Solas has seen Fane die, has had to guide him to it, even. Fane doesn't mean to brush off that concern and worry, but when he's embroiled in battle he...loses his senses a bit. Dragons aren't meant to fight, and fighting is what Fane does best in his new life, so he has a hard time balancing bloodlust with merciful restraint.

If Fane gets injured (which he does, but only grazes and the occasional gash), Solas won't let anyone else attend to him, fear gripping his mind, memories of blood soaked crystal and decaying scales cracking his mask and rendering him tortured. When Fane sees that, instead of just seeing the nagging, he'll go docile, go remorseful and will say, 'I'm sorry, my sky. I never meant to-- I only--hn.' Once they talk and wind down though, things get right back on track, but Solas is constantly worrying over his dragon--constantly.

Solas worries about everything with Fane--his scars, his nightmares, his battle with his identity--but battle is where he's the least reserved in it. He doesn't want Fane to have to fight, but he knows they both don't have a choice in the matter.

9. Who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive?

Dragons--naturally possessive, i.e. hoards.

Wolves--naturally protective of those within their pack, i.e. touch member of pack, you get snapped at or even bitten.

Fane and Solas are both highly protective of one another. They just go about it in different ways. Fane's more likely to snap and glower at an infringing form, making it known where they can take their 'affections'. Solas is more reserved, but most can attest that his gaze leaves them shivering and near stone with how cold it is if Fane is randomly touched by an unwanted suitor or harassed by a fawning noble. Obviously, Fane and Solas try to keep the respective beasts at bay, worried the other will think less of them for such childish behavior, but sometimes--sometimes--it's extremely hard to keep a polite mask in place due to memories of harshness and filth.

For example!

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"You're...jealous?", Fane asked, blinking and attempting to piece together what he was feeling now. And he couldn’t. “Of who?”

Solas' eyes fell shut with a rueful chuckle. "Most here. Is that hard to believe? It is petty, I know, but eyes have been upon you since your entrance; each pair a set of daggers. You carried yourself with confidence, with pride, and every single noble within the ballroom responded to your very presence. They whispered, they sought, they undressed." The final word a mixture between a hiss and a growl that was accompanied by a small sneer of disdain before it all relaxed. "My heart knows where your own lies, my dragon, but my mind, too, is being a thorn in my side."

Fane stared down at Solas, shocked and...mesmerized. His sky had been jealous of the looks of fops and prisses? Those who had no chance of ever reaching through to his heart? To his emotions? Those who played with lives as a puppeteer did with strings?

This was...oddly amusing, but only because they were both fools.

Here they were, in the lion’s den, hunting an assassin that threatened to topple an empire, seeking answers to questions they didn’t even know yet, playing a game of macabre chess and deciding who would rise and who would fall, and they were both jealous from nattering nobles who killed for sport or an inconsequential servant girl that would be forgotten in the morn. The ridiculousness nearly made Fane cackle. Was this what court intrigue encompassed? He didn’t see the appeal.

Fane huffed out amusedly. "I love you.", he said, point blank with no room to be denied. “Ar lath ma, ma tarasyl.”, he repeated in Elvhen, lifting a hand to rub at his face and shook his head in disbelief at himself.

Solas’ eyes snapped open at his declaration, a blush stretching across his face and was apparent even in the shadows that embraced them. That swath of delicate pink nearly had Fane cracking, breathing out a steadying sigh through his nose instead. Damn anything that was holy, if poison didn’t kill him, this endearing, foolish elf would. How could he be so blind when responses like that reaffirmed where his sky’s heart lay?

“Sorry, it’s just..”, Fane started before letting out a tiny laugh, massaging his cheekbones in slow circles. “You looked so ashamed by how you felt, even though I just said I felt the same way. If anything, I should feel ashamed because I’m jealous of someone far more innocent than these Orlesian pricks.”

Solas tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “May I know who you were jealous of?”, he inquired.

Fane let out an airy laugh, kneading his brow with two fingers. “The servant girl that just left not even five minutes ago.”, he admitted, face growing hot with shame and embarrassment. He was such a fool. A pathetic, blind fool.

“The servant--?”, Solas began before letting out a quiet, breathless laugh of his own. “Ma’isenatha, you are aware that we are at court, at the heart of Orlais, yes? Appearing gentile and cordial is but a step in a very specific dance. My reactions to her were equal parts genuine and fluid, and I felt nothing beyond that.”

Fane huffed, letting his hand fall to his side. “I know, but it’s like you said, just the sight of another making reaches for someone you fought for, someone you adore and respect is infuriating. I just got you back and to have it taken away again is--”, he tried to explain, lifting his hand back up to rub at his face again. “Fenhedis lasa. A fucking smile sent my mind spiraling. Ridiculous..”

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Halamshiral was fun! :D

16. Do they enjoy dancing?

Fane is the guy who stands in a dark corner at parties, and glares at everyone who tries to get too close, soooo...no. PFFFT!

However, if it were just he and Solas in their quarters, a light of levity possessing them, then he might be willing to let the other teach him steps that weren't able to be done by massive claws. The Winter Palace is the one time Fane takes the initiative and actively offers Solas his hand for a dance--all grace and poise unlike that of a dragon.

...The finery didn't fall fast enough that night for Solas. *is SLAPPED*

And I like to think Solas secretly yearns for such simple pleasures as a waltz or ginger circle, swaying to the music, time seeming endless once more. He misses what was before, and maybe just a tiny step can make him feel a little less lost. :3

53. Who is the better dancer?

Solas. 100%.

Fane is graceful in battle, able to shift his weight and glide with the flow of blood and chaos. But the more delicate arts--that of dancing? Yeah, no. My boy's prone to step on someone's toes and curse for them because 'A dragon? Dancing at court? Void take me..' Vivienne and Josephine had to let Solas teach Fane how to dance because he was so against the idea that he would lock himself in their quarters and refuse to entertain the two women. Solas has a hard time, but with Leliana's help, they manage to get Fane to see he does have a certain knack for the finer things. *winks*

Honestly, Solas is shocked at the Winter Palace when he sees Fane dancing with the Duchess because...he moved as if from memory, and not the one's of stumbling, cursing, and heavy sighing as legs tripped up and toes were stomped on.

Fane moved like an Evanuris--those attuned to the ancient courts with a charming smile in place to match. *sips my tea* Exquisite~

91. What is their song?

So, if I do like the implications that 'Once We Were' gives, and Solas and Fane like more gentle songs like that.

But me, personally? I adore 'Red Like Roses' from RWBY for these two. It just hits a lot of key points for me about them, but I seriously have to get a playlist together since so many songs make me thing of these two. 'Bad Habits' by Ed Sheeran is one that makes me think of them, too. Mainly Fane, but some parts fit for them together. *urge to compose a playlist intensifies*

Thank you so much for the ask, my friend! These were a lot of fun ones! But then again, all of them are! X3

#asks #ask #oc: fane lavellan #solas #solavellan #dragon age #ngl i'm getting antsy to divulge EVERYTHING with fane #fanfic or no! XD #but i must be STRONG *shakes fist*#*starts to hum 'once we were'*#i love the tavern songs so much ;3;#solas aka mr. old man worry X'D #thank you so much again! <3

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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1032.

Have you ever had a teacher hit on you? Have you ever hit on a teacher? >> No and no.

Do you tend to eat more on Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas? >> I don’t eat any more than usual on any holiday. My appetite and tastes remain the same no matter what day of the year it is.

Three more days until what? >> Friday...?

Do you know what an 'AMV' is? >> Yeah. I wasn’t ever into them myself, but I remember their existence. (I’m sure someone still makes them, I just don’t hear nearly as much about them nowadays as I did like 13 years ago.)

Who do you not like more: your dentist, your eye doctor, or your doctor? >> I don’t have a doctor or an eye doctor, but every trip to the dentist has been absolute traumatic hell, so.

Why do/don't you like cats? >> I don’t care for cats because I just don’t. There’s no grand reason behind it, it’s probably just because I didn’t grow up around them (every cat person I know has been raised with cats; I was raised with dogs and I’m a dog person, so I figure there’s probably some kind of correlation and maybe even some causation). My father hated housecats and maybe I just absorbed some of his rancor (I don’t hate cats, to be clear, I just... am not crazy about them? don’t find them terribly interesting or loveable? so only some of the rancor, you see). Also, a fair amount of cat-specific behaviour is obnoxious to me (the whole rubbing-on-people thing? and me, being touch-sensitive? bad combo), and I don’t like anything about the concept of a litter box. Ugh.

What is your favorite music artist's hair like? >> ---

Do you like Crayola or Rose Art better? >> Crayola, certainly.

What is your favorite type of dog? >> Pit bulls, probably. They are so adorable to me.

Have you ever considered making videos for YouTube? >> No.

What is your favorite type of nut? >> Hmm... walnut, maybe. Pecan when it comes to baked goods.

What would you do if it snowed right now? >> Nothing. It snowed on Sunday. It’s November, it’s bound to start happening.

Where would you move, if you would move anywhere? >> I’m not sure. Just... far away from Michigan, that’s for sure.

Do you like it when people touch your hair? >> Inworld, absolutely. Outworld... there’s really no reason anyone would be touching my hair, period.

Do you think you have a sad life? >> No, but I do think I am a sad (as in, I feel sad a lot, not as in pathetic) person. I’m other kinds of a person, too, but I’m pretty sad.

Lets say someone calls you at 3 AM and you're sleeping, what do you say? >> I wouldn’t even know it was happening, because my phone is set to go on do not disturb at 10p and to stay there until 7a.

If it was a text would you ignore it or reply? >> If it was something I had a reply for, I’d just reply in the daylight hours.

Do you know anyone who DOSEN'T like the POTC movies? >> I mean, that’s pretty highly likely.

What's one award show you have to watch every year? >> ---

What is the last five words you've said out loud? >> I don’t remember.

What subject do you just not get at all? >> *shrug*

How often do you go shopping just for fun? >> I don’t ever go shopping just for fun. I don’t have enough money to do that with.

When did you start wearing makeup, if you even do? >> I think the first time I tried makeup was in middle school, but of course I did it illegally because my father forbade that sort of thing. I started wearing it in earnest (and with no need for permission) at eighteen.

What's the show that you can't miss a week of? >> I guess Superstore, now that that’s back on. I love that show.

On that note, what's the worst show on television? >> ---

Who do you like more: the Batman or the Joker? >> I don’t care much about either one, although I did like the Joker movie.

How many songs are on your iPod/MP3 player? >> ---

Current book/s you're reading? >> A Mountain Walked (with gritted teeth, kind of), which is a cosmic horror anthology; and also The Body is Not an Apology is back on since I unpaused my Scribd subscription.

How would you go about making a peach color with paints? >> I don’t know how to mix paints. I guess orange and white and red or something.

Why do some people like stuffed animals? >> ... Have you seen a stuffed animal? They’re fucking great, is why.

What's your favorite Panic At The Disco album? >> I don’t have a favourite. The most recent one was pretty snappy.

Do you ever feel like no haircut suits your face? >> No, because it’s not like I’m trying out a bunch of haircuts all the time. I know the current haircut I have suits me fine, so there’s nothing else I need to know.

Best time of the day? >> Early morning.

#i'm running out of drafts. hope some new surveys get passed around soon #random survey #survey #surveys #not for reblogging *glare*

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cherryeol04 · 4 years

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The Firsts

Summary: No one ever told him that living was going to be so difficult. That there would emotions get couldn’t label and distinguish. He’s just a young boy trying to navigate through life and its unexpected ups and downs.

Genre: Humor, Fluff, smut(?)

Pairings: Oc x Felix, Oc x Changbin, Changbin x Oc x Felix

Warnings: poly relationship, angst in some part, excessive fighting about the MCU.

Parts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17

A/N: This story has a theme of Firsts. First love, first kiss and many other firsts. Each part can be read on their own and are meant to stand as oneshots. It’s basically a collection of oneshots (little snapshots into my Oc’s life. 😁)

It was the weirdest dream that Aiden had ever had and he wasn’t exactly sure why he had it or what it even meant. But it was strange enough that he was waking up at 4am, Felix’s name falling from his lips as the last remnants of sleep escaped him.

The TV in his room was still on -volume low as it cycled through video after video on YouTube - bathing him in a soft blue and white glow that allowed him to look around his room in the slight paralyzed state that he was in. This wasn’t the first time he had dreamt about Felix and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. But it was the first time that someone from outside his friend group had been involved in his dream. Knew about Felix and talked to him.

It was rather strange and Aiden wondered what the hell had actually triggered the weird images and scenarios that had filled his mind. In the most direct way, the dream he had involved Felix being a family friend’s “baby boy”. Whether he was dating the older woman or was just a sugar baby, he couldn’t actually be certain. But what he knew was that his friend acted like he hadn’t know him in the dream. Didn’t want to talk to him and Aiden was pretty sure that dream Felix had been jacking off when he had taken the phone from the family friend. At least, that’s what his mind supplied with soft grunts and barely there acknowledgements coupled with a lot of movement and noise on his end.

And while dreaming of Felix masturbating on the phone for him would have been a nice wet dream, there was just something about knowing that he wasn’t there or interesting enough for Felix that really rubbed him the wrong way - an unsettling emotion washing over him as he finally turned to his left and stared at his phone that laid innocently on his bed.

‘Would it be wrong to text him now?’

The thought raced through his mind faster than he could process the actual time that was blaring at him from the alarm app he had downloaded on his phone.

4:10 am

His hand was reaching for his phone on its own, face scanned and recognized and screen unlocking before he could start talking himself out of it. The downside of having one of the newer phones on the market. He wanted so much to call Felix and express the weird, unsettling feelings he had about this dream, but how was he supposed to explain that he had a dream about Felix jacking off over the phone to a family friend he had never met without sounding like a creep? Their friendship wasn’t a stable or solid one, at least not that he was sure of. They had only hung out a few times outside of the times they had interacted at school and while that been more than enough for Aiden, he highly doubted that it was enough to deem each other worthy of being close friends that could dream about each other.

“Hello?”

Unlike the friendship he had with Changbin.

“I’m fucked.”

“No shit. It’s 4 fucking am. What the hell are you doing calling me?”

“Binnie.” The pathetic whine that left Aiden caught Changbin’s attention and Aiden could tell as he heard the other shifting on his bed, voice sound clearly compared to the groggy greeting he got moments ago.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was soft and Aiden almost melted at the sound. The hardness in Changbin’s voice was barely there and Aiden was so thankful to have the kindness he was getting now because he honestly didn’t know what was going on with him and he needed to be able to talk to someone who would understand his strangeness. Changbin was the perfect person, having put up with Aiden’s strangeness since they were kids.

“I had this dream.” He started in, a soft sigh leaving him as he laid back on his bed. “This family friend of ours was over and she was calling and talking to Felix -“

“The fuck?”

“I know, so weird right?” He asks and sighed. “And I was like ‘I know Felix! I’ll talk to him!’ So while she was busy doing something I took the phone to talk to Felix. But all I got was like grunts and he didn’t acknowledge I was there, even when I called his name.” He paused for a moment, trying to see if Changbin was still awake and paying attention to him. It wouldn’t be the first time the other fell asleep on Aiden while on the phone with him.

“Really? That seems so unFelix like.” His voice was softer, words slightly slurred but he could tell Changbin was trying to keep himself awake.

“I know. But he was moving a lot and I could swear that he was...” he trailed off, cheeks flushing at the thought of what he was about to say. Despite Changbin already knowing about his crush on the Australian, it was still embarrassing to admit he had a semi sexual dream about Felix.

“He was what?”

“Jacking off.”

“E-excuse me, what?!” Changbin sputtered and all evidence of sleepiness disappeared from his voice. “Wait, let me get this straight. You dreamt a family friend - who is clearly older than both of you - was talking to Felix and you wanted to talk to Felix, it he was ignoring you and now he was jacking off on the phone? Which in a weird roundabout way means he was jacking off for that friend. Am I understanding this correctly?” Changbin asked and god was this a time that Aiden hated the fact that Changbin knew him so well. He didn’t even need to connect the dots for Changbin to come to the same conclusion that he had when he first woke up and started thinking about the dream.

“Yeah.” A whisper that was borderline a sob because honestly it sounded so stupid. It was stupid. Why was he like this?

“Jesus Aiden, you are fucked.”

“Thanks.” There was no bite after that comment, though he wished their had been. Changbin’s laughter that filtered through the other end of the phone made his blood boil on slightly - he was mostly just absolutely mortified over his own damn brain.

“Sorry.” Changbin apologized and sighed softly. “Aiden, that’s a weird dream but don’t think too much about it. You’re a young guy with a healthy libido and a crush on a cute guy with the most adorable freckles that -“

“Changbin.”

“You get where I’m going. It’s natural to have dreams about your crush jacking off.” Changbin finished with a chuckle. “I bet that family friend was just your brain’s way of justifying why you were hearing Felix jacking off. You just weren’t ready to think of yourself in that position with him.”

“Changbin, I love you, but you’re crazy. There is absolutely no way Felix would be my baby boy. I’m a 100% uber bottom. I’m not out here trying to be a daddy.” Aiden snorted, joining Changbin in his laughter at the statement.

“You’re not wrong. But you still got those feelings. Or maybe you want him to call you baby boy.” Changbin teases.

“Fuck, more than anything.” Aiden whispered, eyes closing for a moment as he imagined those words falling from Felix’s lips - whispered in that deep honeysuckle voice that sent shivers down his spine anytime he heard it. Which was usually only during music class the music class he shared with Felix when the other had to sing for the teacher or right after playing one of the wind instruments their teacher loved to torture them with - the recorder specifically. Those two words directed at him as he lay beneath Felix, body pliant and willing.

“Good god you need to get laid.”

“I wish but the guy I want to fuck my brains out is barely my friend. Besides, I don’t even think he has sexual thoughts.”

“The majority of people in the world have sexual thoughts, Aiden.”

“Yeah well, we’re teenagers -“

“Teenage pregnancy.”

“Damn it Changbin! I’m trying to make a valid argument over why I can’t have Felix. Be a little supportive will you?” Aiden nearly growled out in frustration. Changbin’s laughter didn’t help the situation and he let out a loud, long growl. “I’m so fucked.” He grunted.

“And not by Felix.” Changbin jabbed.

“I really hate you.”

“Go to sleep lover boy. I’ll see you at school.” Changbin snickered, a yawn following and Aiden couldn’t stop his own yawn from taking over him.

“Mmm, okay. See you later Binnie.” He whispered as he rolled onto his side, getting comfortable on his bed. “Night.” The words came out mumbled as he was already drifting back to sleep, the late night phone call taking away the weird feelings he had. There was a soft hum of acknowledgement that flitted through Aiden’s subconscious and he could have swore he heard a “night, baby” as he finally fell asleep, phone nestled between his head and pillow.

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becuztaelien · 4 years

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4| The Beast

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/Part 4/?

4.1k words, Warning: Language,

When Choi took Jaemin out, Yoongi had managed to advance far enough to reach Renjun and press a gun to his neck. What he had failed to anticipate was the gang member firing his gun before life left his body. In those last few moments when his miserable was flashing before his eyes, Renjun fired the gun pointed towards Jimin in a final pathetic attempt to take Yoongi down. He underestimated Zico, the man was dead, his men were dead, the operation had gloriously failed and yet… he had managed to put Yoongi in a difficult situation.

Despite his dire miscalculation, Yoongi was lucky Jimin hadn’t died.

“The bullet barely grazed his skull, if it was an inch to the right, Mr. Park would have died.” Your eyes were fixated on the bandages that hugged your best friends injured body. “He suffered quite a few serious injuries before the bullet wound as well,” the doctor motioned to the other bandaged areas on Jimin’s body as he continued explaining. “In terms of bones; his ribs and a small part of his skull are fractured, the skull injury is a result of hard impact with concrete and his chest is bruised in a very specific manner over the area where his ribs are fractured, this is a common indication of a hard shoe.” Your eyes had been watery for a while now but you could feel the tears threatening to escape as you imagined Jimin’s head being slammed against the hard floor of his beloved academy. You imagined how scared he must have been, how he must have struggled to breathe as the gang members kicked his chest and cracked his ribs. How helpless he was… “There are minor cuts around his mouth and…” the doctor paused, looking at his shoes for a moment, “also around his rectal area.” You nodded after a while and the man continued, “we have put him under anaesthesia so he won’t feel any pain for now; the head and bone injuries will take around six weeks so we can discharge him after however, I will recommend an extra two weeks of rest before he is allowed to go back to teaching. His other injuries should heal within a week or two, we have already tested for any infections or diseases; the results are all clear.” The doctor gave a sympathetic smile and you muttered a small ‘thank you’ before looking back at your best friend again. “I will give you both some space.” He muttered and left, giving your boyfriend -who had been standing by the door- a small nod. The doctor wasn’t a local Busan heart surgeon, that was just his cover, he was one of Yoongi’s men of course; highly trained in treating any and all injuries that could be attained when you worked in the mafia. The gang leader had his own personal doctors spread throughout the country in case an emergency of the sort ever occurred.

He stood there silently as you continued staring at your unconscious best friend.

“You lied.” The words left your lips after a while, gaze still fixated on Jimin’s weak body. Yoongi took a short breath before making his way over to the opposite side of the bed; the man he told you nothing would happen to, being the only thing between both of you.

“I…”

“Did you have fun?” you spoke over him. “Did you enjoy the adrenaline? Did it give you a good fucking kick Yoongi?” It was killing you to say it but it would also have killed you not to say it; you observed the man before you with glassy eyes, he was guilty.

“Y/n, I was trying to buy time.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me right now.” You couldn’t believe he had said what he did with a completely blank face, an emotionless lie. You really had allowed your love for him get in the way of recognising the bad in him and it had almost cost the life of the only family you had left. “I heard you back then… you never gave a shit about saving Jimin.”

“That’s not true.” His response was fast and his tone stern, making it all the more harder to decide what to believe. He walked around the hospital bed to stand by your side, “I did what I thought had the best chance of success in the time I had. There was nothing else I or anyone else could have done…”

“I can think of one thing.” You turned to face him after responding in an almost disrespectful manner, knowing full well the next statement to leave your lips would break both his and your own heart. “If I’d never met yo-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stepped closer to you, glaring with what seemed to be a hint of desperation. In the short pause that came after, you knew you should have shut up and not let it go further but you did. Jimin’s dream was stripped from him because of… because I let it get this far… Emotions you had never felt crawled into your head and now threatened to leave from your mouth.

“I wish I never met you… Jimin would be fine if I hadn’t gotten involved with you.”

The sound of the door closing was what brought Yoongi back to reality. You were gone, you had uttered words that had left him disoriented and walked away. His empty eyes fell to the ground where he noticed the strange contrast between his black, blood stained boots and the surprisingly crisp white of the floor tile. That’s right, that was his world, his dark world, full of only war and blood; he had stepped beyond his bounds, into your pure, ‘normal’ world and pulled you out. Was this who he was? An intruder? An evil? Only alive to step on all good in the world. Did you think of him like that? Did you hate him? Did you resent him? Yoongi felt numb, your words echoed in his head until a new feeling entered his chest; a physical feeling, an ache. It was almost as though your words had manifested into an arrow and pierced through his heart, the aching grew; it spread through him like cancer and he felt his legs growing weak. Why did it hurt so much? Not long after, he found himself laying there, on the cold white tiles wondering where it had all gone wrong. Was this what Zico had intended? Was it his own fault? You were half right, he did enjoy it, he hadn’t lied to Zico’s men by saying the night excited him but it wasn’t the only thing he had felt. Sure it was exciting but he wanted it to end with his arms around your waist as you both celebrated saving Jimin on the roof of a hotel.

You stormed out of the building; tears flowing down your red cheeks, an overwhelming pounding in your chest and a burning sensation in your ears. You were angry at Yoongi, angry for telling you it would be okay. You were hurt; seeing your best friend on the brink of death had triggered an emotion you didn’t even know existed. Upon reaching the entrance, your panicked figure fell into the strong arms of none other than Jung Hoseok. You liked Hoseok, he was the only person in the entire gang who wasn’t shit scared of Yoongi, he also had an infectious smile and both of you had become good friends over the course of him looking after you countless times. Despite that, somehow he was the last person you wanted to see. He caught your shoulders, preventing you from falling but you pushed him off just as fast. You could tell from the look on his face that he knew everything that had happened, you also knew for a fact that he would try and succeed in making you return to Yoongi’s side, so you ran. There were probably around a hundred men and dozens of cars parked outside the hospital, if it hadn’t been for Hoseok’s signal not to intervene, you definitely would have been thrown into the back of an SUV but you ran right past them and out of the gate.

Busan Dance Academy, that’s where you found yourself after thirty minutes of walking. It was busy; flooded with people going in and coming out unlike the night before. Any prints, blood stains or dead bodies would have been cleaned up on Yoongi’s orders. You watched as the innocent students walked over the spot Jimin had been shot and two gang members, killed; ignorance truly was bliss. They had no idea their teacher almost died, they probably would have been told some lie about how Jimin had gotten into a car accident and wouldn’t be coming in to class for a while. This was what being involved with Yoongi meant; lies, deceit, pain… why were you tangled with it all? Because you loved him? There’s billions of people in the world, I could get over him and start a new life, I could leave him- the thoughts alone made your throat feel tight but you couldn’t stop them, I could leave and be with someone else, someone who… well god damnit at least someone who isn’t a murderer. You sighed, eyes fixated on the name of the academy and Jimin’s words from all those years ago entered your head yet again;

I want to become a pro and teach here someday.

You didn’t have any money. That’s what you realised when you stood at the information desk of Busan Station in your white t and plain black jeans. You had no way of getting back to Seoul, no wallet, no phone, nothing; you had left everything at the hospital which was a thirty minute bus ride from where you were. You had used up the spare change in your pocket to get to the station but just how the hell did you think you were getting back? You dreaded the thought of walking back to the hospital so instead found yourself sitting on a bench outside the station. Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the metal and wondered how many days you would have to beg in order to get enough money for a ticket back to Seoul. Even then, all of your belongings were with Yoongi; you had no job, no friends apart from the few within his gang and no life outside of the blood empire.

“I never took you for someone who enjoyed sleeping on such hard surfaces.” Your eyes shot open at the sight of Hoseok holding a water bottle and your purse in front of you. He had a soft smile adoring his sharp features and you sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

“If I listen to you whatever you wanna say, can I have my purse?” Hoseok held out the water bottle -which you gratefully took- before sitting beside you and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Listen y/n, if you make up your mind about something, there’s no fighting it but I have a feeling you haven’t made your mind up, that’s why I’m here. You can have your purse whenever you want and walk away from him if you wish, I’ll get you a place and support you for however long you like.” He paused and turned his head to meet your eyes. “But, before you do that, you need to hear this from someone who isn’t him. He really did do everything he could. You know he’s different, his head works differently. A lot of people think he’s a heartless maniac and yea, sure, to some extent he is but not when it comes to you and your happiness. I can tell you, without bias, wholeheartedly, with every honest bone in my body; that man would die a million deaths if it meant you could be happy and I’ll bet my damn tech skills… him not being able to get Jimin out safely, hurt him a fuck load more than it hurt you.” Hoseok stood up and placed your purse beside you. “I’m only asking you to think from his perspective before you walk away.”

The car journey back to Seoul was silent, Hoseok was with Yoongi and you had opted to go with some of the gang members in a different car instead. Hoseok’s words played through your mind over and over; it was true. For the last three years, Yoongi loved and cared for you unconditionally, he listened to and understood you like no one else. He made all your good times so much better, stayed through your worst times and held you all those nights you couldn’t sleep. He helped your confidence grow and never judged the things you were ashamed of. He had loved you like that and you hurt him because he couldn’t keep his word once. It was unfair and you decided to apologise as soon as you saw him again.

What you didn’t anticipate though; him completely disappearing before you reached Seoul.

“Yes, he stopped by to get his McLaren but didn’t leave any orders or instructions.” You turned from the reception desk of HQ and looked out the big glass doors of the building.

Yoon… where did you go?

Two weeks later…

“I said I wanted the area raided and the boy brought in. The merch was to be taken, I don’t give a shit about what you did to his men but I wanted the son, the SON, THE FUCKING HEIR, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THIS OLD, DIABETES HAVING PISS ASS BITCH?” You were two seconds from knocking on the door to Yoongi’s office two weeks after the hospital incident when you heard the commotion. Hoseok’s hand had grabbed your wrist before it reached the door knob and pulled you to the side instead. Placing a finger on his lips, he indicated for you not to interfere and quite frankly, you were too afraid to oppose him. Your boyfriend had disappeared once you got back to Seoul and you hadn’t seen him since. Your days had been spent by Jimin’s side; he was transferred into Yoongi’s private medical facility in Seoul to be put under 24 hour watch on orders from Hoseok until his safety from Zico or any other gang could be verified. Although it was a pain to have two men constantly in the room when you visited, you were grateful to Hoseok. Jimin was still weak and hadn’t regained full consciousness, he would wake up for short moments but never spoke, only staring at walls until inevitably falling back to sleep. His minor injuries had healed and the doctors assured you his remaining recovery was going smoothly, you doubted it only slightly.

“B-but sir you sai-” You heard a gunshot followed by silence and that’s when Hoseok left your side and entered.

“Yooooonieee, heyyy let’s not kill the newbies eh? We kinda need them.” A second gunshot followed by what sounded like falling sand made you jump until your eyes fell on the large crack that had formed in the wall opposite to where Hoseok had walked in; a bullet was stuck in the middle of it. “Yahhhh don’t just shoot next to my head, you’re gonna kill me one of these days.” Yoongi was evidently pissed off; you guessed some newbie fucked up and caused an operation to go south but you hadn’t seen him for way too long and decided this was not going to stop you.

“Yoongi!” you yelled, entering the room and realising how out of place you must have seemed. Your long, wavy hair fell onto the soft stripped shirt you were wearing; it loosely hung from your small frame and tucked into your short denim skirt; accentuating the curve between your waist and hips. Thin tights adorned your slender legs and since you lived in the penthouse of the building, you had picked plain black pumps to complete the simple outfit, giving you an effortless yet beautiful look. In comparison, the dozen or so tall and muscular men in the room were geared up with bullet proof vests, guns hoisted around their belts and thick boots. A single man, probably in his early thirties and similarly dressed lay dead on the ground; blood from his head stained the black marble floor of Yoongi’s office, forming a strangely nice pattern. Beside the ever increasing amount of blood, a much older gentleman was rope tied to a chair; he definitely had a bad diet because the fat from his large body poured out of the openings under either arm rest and you became more concerned for the chair than him.

Amid the chaos, your eyes met those of the person you hadn’t seen in two weeks. Your heart shuddered, he was in all black as usual but this time was different; not only was he wearing a dress shirt -sleeve’s rolled up to his elbows- but his hair had gone from the typical jet black to ripped blonde. His eyes seemed bleak, soulless… and for a moment you understood all the frightening descriptions his enemies had given. Although you hadn’t seen him in a while, news always travelled fast. There had been talk of The Beast showing up to random mafia gatherings and torturing people before inevitably taking their lives; his motive was unclear and Seoul had been living in fear. Your body froze but you had to remind yourself of the Min Yoongi you knew; clearing your throat, you held your head up high and found the confidence to speak up. “I need to speak with you, now.” It was as if an extra layer of tension was added to the already tense air and you prayed he wouldn’t push you away.

“Well boys, you heard the woman, get your asses out.” It was Hoseok who had spoken and without question, four men lifted up the old fat man, carrying him out along with the chair his body had been compressing. Two other men grabbed their dead comrade’s body, shuffling out quickly while the remainder followed; probably grateful they didn’t have to be around Yoongi any longer. If the current incident had occurred three years ago, the blood and stench of death would have made you hurl but your tolerance to torture wildly increased the longer you stood by Yoongi’s side. Hoseok muttered something about repairing the wall before the door closed and your boyfriend turned his back towards you, looking instead, out at the city through his large office windows. You took a deep breath before parting your lips but he spoke first.

“What can I do for you?” his tone was indifferent as though you were just about any other person.

“I came to apologize…” you said softly, walking closer to his large oak desk and fiddling around with the hem of your skirt. “about what I said at the hospital, I didn’t mean it, I was just angry and hurt, Yoon I’m so sorry…” He chuckled at your words before finally turning around to look at you.

“You’re sorry huh? How convenient.” You gave him a look of confusion as he leaned forward, placing his fingertips on the deep brown desk. “I’m not going to accept that half assed apology because quite frankly, it’s bullshit. If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it. So why don’t you do me a favour sweetheart? Get the fuck out of my office because if I remember correctly, you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anyway.”

“Now that’s bullshit.” You retorted; he was harsh but you knew him better than that. “You want me to get the fuck out? Fine, but then don’t ever come find me again.” If he was going to play games, you were more than happy to play them right back. Turning on your feel, you began making your way towards the office door when you felt a tight grip on your wrist. Your body was spun around harshly and slammed against the office door, wrist pinned above your head and the glaring eyes of Min Yoongi inches away from your face. “What’s the matter? Feeling forgiving all of a sudden?” you mocked him with the cockiest tone you could muster but he didn’t react.

“You hurt me, you fucking bitch.” He finally said, voice low with a hint of pain and you moved your free hand up his body, resting it on his shoulder.

“I know I did… and you’re right, I was full of shit earlier.”

“I fucking know you were.” He grabbed your hand and ripped it off his shoulder, bringing it over your head and pinning it along with the one already there. “Why don’t we go back to being honest, hm?” raising your head, you attempted to hold eye contact with his piercing eyes and emptied out the words you had been holding in for the last two weeks.

“I did wish I never met you, in that moment it’s all I wanted, I even thought about leaving and never coming back.” You paused and took a breath, simultaneously looking for a reaction but he always had a good poker face. “But you see, I remembered something troublesome, I remembered a certain asshole who treated me way too well and gave me the best three years of my life.” his gaze softened and you finally saw the eyes he used to look at you with, “you were always there for me Yoonie, I forgot that… it was unfair of me to say the things I did and blame you when you did all you could have.” The next few seconds were quiet, but it was a peaceful silence, almost healing, as though his forgiveness travelled through the softness in his eyes.

Yoongi leaned in impossibly close, muttering a small ‘thank you’ before his lips met yours. His free hand went around your waist, pressing your body tightly against his own. Your lips instinctively parted, allowing his tongue to enter and roam your mouth; the kiss was deep, passionate and possessive, carrying an overwhelming sense of longing. When he finally pulled away for air, you eagerly leaned back in with red cheeks and glassy eyes but he pulled back, your bound arms restricting you from getting too close. Chuckling, your boyfriend looked at you up and down.

“Did she lose all her patience within a week?” he asked, clearly amused and you were quick to reply.

“She missed you, you ass! Where the heck did you disappear to for a whole two weeks?”

“You know where I went.” You were about to protest but he grinned and that’s when it hit you.

“You goddamn sadist…” He was fulfilling your wish, disappearing out of your life and showing you exactly what life without him would be like. You would only hear the things everyone else was hearing, the Beastly image portrayed of him by the outside world would soon replace the beautiful memories both of you had shared over the years.

“Guilty, as charged.” His voice changed in the second half of that statement; it was deeper, seductive and laced with hints of danger. “Why? Was this the only thing you missed about me?” Yoongi’s hand travelled from your waist to the hem of your skirt and slipped underneath until it rested on your inner thigh, slowly moving up.

“No way… why would I miss something so… vanilla?” His hand stopped immediately, the expression on his face changing radically. You returned it with an innocent smile but internally you knew exactly which button you had pushed. Somehow everything that happened over the last few weeks disappeared from your head and you were back in the wild life you shared with him before.

Your hands were released and Yoongi took a step back, a smirk growing on his face. “So she feels like playing huh?” he moved swiftly; his arms wrapped around your thighs and within moments he had thrown your body over his shoulder. “You’re lucky I haven’t got anyone to murder today.” He joked, smacking your ass on the way to his desk. “Permission to murder that pussy m’lady?” A wide grin grew on his face as he laid you down on the hard oak and met your eyes; this specific look was something you had definitely missed. Spreading your arms, you pushed various papers to the ground and let out a small giggle before fixating your eyes on your lover; lust dripping from your next words.

“Permission granted.”

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whumpersworld · 4 years

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Misery and Intrigue

pt. 1 of my box-boy series I have planned, this follows Daniel and his experience not only with Kneeel, but with pet ownership in general.

started by @sweetwhumpandhellacomf and I'd love to get on on the box-boy masterlist @shameless-whumper

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It had taken a lot of strength to get past his intial nerves, you know. It was an ordeal for him to, an effort; opening the again site that is. It was hard almost for Daniel P. Boyce, the nearly twenty-five year old. He had heard whispers, praising the company on the street, and others joyously exclaiming how much they adore their 'pets', but they had money you see. They had an excess of it, and it took months to save up for the amount needed. Well, for what he wanted specifically. There was no way he was going through some dodgy company no matter how many couplons he has gotten sent. He did have a well paying job, any was lucky enough to be able to work from home, thank god; comumute was hard considering his whole situation with his legs, he just didn't consider himself rich. Rich people bought what they wanted when they wanted, they didn't have to save for anything. Yes he was a bit bitter, but enough of that.

Kneeel, a lesser known but highly praised company caught his eye when he was looking into where to buy his pet from initially. Their products were photographed like models and advertised like dogs, intimate bits artistically covered by the company logo and a description of their best qualities below their photographs. It was interesting, shoping this way. It felt casual though, too casual almost, like he wasn't buying a human pet and was simply purchasing the designer shoes they were wearing. It eased his conscience still and allowed him to shop freely.

His eyes were drawn to a lanky redhead girl and he clicked into the arrow beside the first picture which showed him another photo, this one was a close up of her face. She had a deep cupids bow and her face was absolutely littered in freckles. She was sweet looking, and also a hard pass. He wondered if there was a filtering option, there were too many women being advertised and he simply was not interested. He hummed gleefully when he found the filtering options, of them there were plenty. 'Helpful, user friendly.' Dan chided internally. He designed websites you know, and couldn't help but praise the features of those he was pleased with.

Within the filters there of course was one for separating the men by use, one for both sexes likely but once again, he had no interest in what the Women Of Kneeel had to offer. He needed someone who could assist him properly. Dan couldn't have told you what that meant at the time but he knew after looking through those made for physical assistance that the athletically built 6'3" blonde 49021 was practically made for him. Catalog shopping was easier, Dan thought, it made it easier not to obsess over every aspect of the babes appearance. He looked fine, he looked better than fine to be quite honest. Dan knew that no man like this would never lay his eyes on him naturally.

Looking through the boy's bio was interesting. Of course there was no listed reason for way he had be previously refurbished but it did give him an idea of what he was like, you know, before. He was going to be an EMT, studying really hard. Life had other plans and harsher things to throw at him. He's lost everything. That of course wasn't in the bio, Dan just knew, he knew what it was like to be poor and desperate but he had never sunk that low. Not that the big bad corporate slavers would want him, him being crippled would likely make it hard to kneel. The man shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, things were good now. They really were. He lived in a beautiful condo and had a fantastic job as a software developer he pumped out content like know ones business and he deserved this damnit. He deserved to have someone take care of him like he needed taken care of, he's suffered long enough. The loneliness, the hurt, the physical pain, it could all be avoided now, he'd have someone to help him and thank God for that, truly.

"49021, what are we going to do with you? Pretty boy, nice rack." Daniel joked to himself. He noticed that his original distributor was listed as Whumpee Barn and he cringed and bit his cheek, it'd be a risk. He heard good things about Kneeel, maybe they were good at retraining. Whumpee Barn was dreadful, not only with their shipping but lacked the ability to create a blank impressionable slate. They always left something desperate and quietly violent, ready to strike. Quite frankly he was scared of violent. Quietly, or otherwise. Calling him fragile would be an overstatement but out of his chair he'd be rendered stationary and if 49021 decided to wail on him he'd be an easy target.

"He wouldn't have a reason to." The man uttered his broken thought. He wouldn't abuse him you know. He planned to treat him, just about standardly. He couldn't think of much that the boy wouldn't be able to do, that he would be forbidden from. Going outside without him at his side, probably. Going through the fridge without permission. Watching television without permission. He could read! Books that Daniel provided and specifically handed to him.

He felt like he was moving too fast, getting way ahead of himself, he hadn't even ordered him yet. Fake shoppers didn't get the luxury of fantasizing. He went about the process of ordering, finalizing it his brain that this was actually happening. He had specific training in mind, mostly regarding how he should be handled. He could get around just fine on a wheel chair, but the thing is, he was extremely busy with work, or passion projects when wasn't working. He really was a busy body, pushing himself for no real reason other than that's how he liked spending his time. He didn't have the time to cook for himself, to tend to his plants, he felt like he wasn't managing the house as well as he could, he wanted someone who could do that for him.

He also wanted company and was sick of making conversation with nothing. He had friends but they rarely visited, always wanted to FaceTime. He hated FaceTiming. He wasn't the most confident in his appearance, especially after depriving himself from sleep because making his way to his bedroom was too much of an ordeal.

He folded his hands on his desk, looking over his filled out form, quite pleased with everything. He was going to be emailed by a respondent who'd look over his requests and have a conversation with him about how his disability impacts him and what they should be aware of. Oh, and they'd give him an estimated time of arrival.

Within the next twenty minutes he was greeted sweetly by an email from a Dab Grier. Daniel was surprised by the email because it didn't feel like a copy and paste. The way it read felt like it was written by someone fairly young, but don't mistake that for meaning it wasn't well written. He replied with more information about his legs, and his needs, and how he didn't want them to rush to make sure he was trained properly. Dab shot him an email less than ten minutes later like he was waiting for him. It made him feel heard, and like his money was in good hands.

He was satisfied getting off his computer that night and heading to bed, after getting the photos of his boy off the internet and saved to his phone of course. He just wanted to look at him some more, it wasn't weird. He would partially be his romantic companion, at least that's what they called it. Boytoy was more accurate really. Dan wasn't sure what he wanted out of the relationship but, being held would be nice honestly. Now that he was in bed he could help but fantasize about those arms around him. He suddenly had a pit in his stomach, a feeling of longing. He couldn't remember the last time he was held, it really had be a while huh. Since Seth. Since he tore out his heart with his huge fucking hands of his, and his strong grip. How he pierced him with his eyes as he said he couldn't do this anymore. How he kicked his chair away from the couch and called him pathetic. He rolled back as he walked out the door, taking none of his belongings, but still. Dan was pathetic, and it was scary. He almost regretted ordering help, he really was defenseless.

He couldn't think about that now, not before bed. Wallowing was detrimental to a good night's rest.

#whump #box boy universe #box boy #whump blog #pet whump #whumplr #whumpblr #oc: daniel boyce #oc: unnamed #oc: dab grier

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klydcs · 4 years

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what’s up, fam ?! i’m lania and i’m here to bring my trash son klyde here. he’s loud and ready to annoy the sh** out of everyone ( even me ). also--i haven’t rped in a year so be gentle with me as i get back in the grove of things. send me a quick message if you want to plot or just talk about the good ol’ vine days and reminisce. i’m down for it all. now hit that read more if you want to find out about my boi and check out my plots.

neels visser, cismale, he/him. → look out, there’s KLYDE CALLOWAY. you know, the 20 year old TREASURER of GAMMA PHI EPSILON. you know, i overheard someone say that they were HUBRISTIC, IMPETUOUS, INDEPENDENT and HONEST. but that’s just rumours. THE SOUND OF A SKATEBOARD A MILE AWAY, SKINNED KNEES, AND PAINT STAINED VANS, come to mind when i think of them. what about you?

‹ man of the HOUR › ( trigger warning; death, drug use, & violence?? )

two criminals decided to have a child. a con artist and a bank robber decided to bring a baby into the world together. he was destined to follow a path of bad decisions the minute he was born.

he was born in manhattan, ny but was raised in multiple different cities. his parents were constantly running so he was constantly going. up until he was seven years old, he rode along with his parents and their crew. klyde lived his younger years always waiting. waiting for his parents to get back from their “work”, waiting to get to be a child, waiting for a home, waiting for everything. his parents absolutely adored him but they didn’t love him as much as they loved money. their greed didn’t allow them the true opportunity to be parents. their greed also didn’t allow klyde the true opportunity to be a child.

another year passed and when klyde was eight years old his father was gunned down in front of a bank of america. gun shots pierced through the air and klyde remembers them being so loud. shivers ran down his spine and elicited confusion. he was sat outside across the street from the bank in their getaway vehicle. but he just sat there, with his eyes close and waited. his parents always told him to just wait and they’d be there. it wasn’t until hours later that the police found him. sobs were consuming his body and his eyes were still closed. that’s when the boy first learned how to grieve.

after the loss of his father, klyde forgot how to speak for a while. the trauma rendered him silent and he was mute for two years. he had a magician of a mother who loved to do the disappearing act. she had settled back with him in new york. however as he got older, his mother decided to go on her con runs alone. she left him in a lavish home built from the hard-earned money of strangers he would never meet. it was no surprise he grew up resenting her and her fleeting image. the two were never close and once his father died their separation was not reparable. klyde couldn’t help but grow to despise the parents that cared about money more than them. however, he was their son after all and the apple does not fall too far from the tree. and by the time he was sixteen, he realized just how valuable money was.

klyde grew up to be the kind of man his parents would be proud of. he was far too honest for his withering heart. money left his palm with a careless vehemence. words seemed to exit his mouth before he could rethink them. the wide-eyed boy became the walking replica of his old man. greed etched its way into his heart before anyone could help him. he grew up with the notion that money meant everything. money raised him and cared for him when his parents couldn’t. he hated the way greed ruined his family but being obsessed with money was part of the calloway way. that boy’s dna didn’t allow him to be different and it got to the point where he didn’t even try. selfish indulgences became his latest love affair.

when he reached the age of eighteen, he went off to college without a word to his mother. he left a note telling her to wire him half a grand and left. of course she did it and continued to supply her son with money.

just like his father, a plethora of vulgarities always make their way out of his mouth. even when he’s in the midst of a loved one. this man has no filter or care in the world but he isn’t horrible like his parents were. he’s not deceitful like his conartist parents taught him to be. he was b e t t e r. as best as a calloway could get ( which was not much )

‹ man of PERSONALITY ›

even though his environment changes–he doesn’t change. he’s selfish, arrogant, honest, loud, and tries his best to be as kind as his honesty lets him. he’s like that annoying younger brother no one wanted but loves. he’ll invite himself to anything you’re doing and make it seem totally natural.

MY GUY is the absolute worst when it comes to being in a relationship. he’s bisexual and has been in not too many relationships. he’s not a fan bc once he feels he’s like starting to fall for a person he’s like “ZOINK--g2g and ruin it” because he doesn’t do commitment well. like he is lowkey scared of being committed to one person and them leaving him bc it’s been a pattern in his life. so, he ruins it before it can go anywhere. or sometimes he’s just bored and cheats. he’s very weak around people who look good. it’s pathEtic.

he’s chaotic and does a lot of dumb shit and is up so late in the night that at one point all of his ideas are stupid. then, add him smoking weed and/or drinking and he’s a mess.

ARTIST ALERT !! loves painting and drawing in general. it’s his ting.

a skateboard is his main means of transportation and he carries a blow horn in his bookbag to scare the shit out of everyone when he needs them to move out of his way. he’s annoying x 2.

thinks very highly of himself and it definitely shows.

handles money and finances very well. he will talk your ears off about investing and making good investments and he does which is crazy. unlike his parents, he prefers to gain money in a legal way. his parents can’t relate

‹ man of PLOTS ›

familia; klyde has practically no family and issues with keeping people close. somehow this person managed to became practically his family. they are super close and have to deal with him and his obnoxious self on a daily. however, they handle it well and care for him for some reason.

exes; they probably ended in flAMEs because he’s the worst. he probably cheated on them or did something horrible to them and they ended. maybe they are the one person he regrets hurting? or maybe he doesn’t care and acts like it’s no big deal and wants to still be friends with them? maybe this was the person he cheated with and they had no idea until he let it slip one day?? the world is our oyster so let’s play around with this idea muah

muse; just your typical muse plot. he’s building a portfolio and he needs someone to insPIRE him. he will randomly have them pose for him in specific places and dressed specific ways so he can paint them. he provides food and beverages and chats to them as he paints. he’ll send them random texts in the middle of the night to meet so be ready.

the homie; this is his ride-or-die. these two get into chaotic and random shit sometimes that will leave people shaking their heads. they always find themselves in a mess but would always bail the other out in a heartbeat.

more to come when my creativity is at its peak....

#clovers.intro #idk what this is #sssffksjdlkff #i didn't spellcheck this oopsss

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Not So Secret Admirer (RK900xReader)

TLDR: It’s Valentine’s Day and the truth finally comes out...

Word Count: 3,012 (I don’t even know how)

TW: A bit of angst, a dash of fluff, a little bit of spice and everything nice. Language.

(Nines is getting the Conan name treatment for this one. I’m also open for requests/ideas on here. I can always use some wip motivation. I swear I don’t bite!)

Scanning...

Species: chrysanthemum indicum

Family: asteraceae

A sharp furrow creases his brow analyzing the small bundle left sitting on desk. Yellow as the indicator flashing on his head creating a stern purse of lips. He lifts the wrap of flowers unaware of how ludicrous he appears standing middle of precinct brandishing a frilly floral arrangement. It does not take long for him to sense where it came from.

As a hypothesis it is one that becomes difficult in his urge to hide emotions. They bubble to his surface of molten steel gray piercing over individual desks, skimming length of DPD and attempting to find your presence.

The idea that you will fool him into believing you are not responsible shows how insolent your human naivety can be. That is something the RK900 secretly adores about you.

A secret admirer is one who holds positive inclination or romantic ideas towards another but hides the truth. More imbecilic customs due to emotions, ones he pushes under to retain what he is meant to be. Stronger, faster, more resilient than any android created by Cyberlife but a simple token on this holiday named after a patron saint for lovers paints his true color palette.

Soft yellow as the flowers in his grip matching your disposition. Light and gentle next to his cold, monochromatic exterior but a shade of crimson flooding LED betrays a more specific hue for today. Red is the color of passion and desire. Seemingly it burns deeper and causes a glitch in his otherwise perfectly updated system. This is quite a problem. You cause this software issue repeatedly by thinking you may gift these flowers without consequence.

His nostrils flair. Sniffing the air like a bloodhound searching for the tiniest scent of you, gaze darkening with his private mission.

“Who the fuck gave you flowers?” Disgust edges Reed’s voice waltzing over to his desk. He stops to see if this is for real. “Wow. Someone’s desperate as hell. Yo, Y/N! Check this out! Tin man’s got himself a valentine!”

The android’s head snaps in direction of the detective’s address. His gaze levels on your frozen figure, face glowing in a light shade of pink.

“Guess you and me are going on that date then!” Purposely rubbing this in, Gavin smirks as he makes another unwanted move.

“These flowers are from Y/N.”

An immediate scowl twists Reed’s expression. While it gives you relief to get out from under the slimeball's radar it completely outs you to the entire department! How did Conan even know? What is he doing?!

He said so on purpose. Is it another way for him to act superior? Obviously these feelings for him are not meant to be. Why would they be when all he does is act like a pompous machine? Can you honestly ask yourself that when he is a machine? All he does is repeat it over and over again. Someday soon your heart can take the fact he feels nothing for you. Valentine’s Day is a joke. Your whole idea was a joke.

Obvious pain in the heart is nothing compared to being embarrassed in front of everyone! This is your fault for even placing those flowers there. Should have kept them for yourself but as always listening to your heart is a mess. Tears threaten at several snickers making a complete joke out of an unhealthy fixation on their advanced detective android. Sometimes you wish he never came here.

Everybody’s watching during the escape. Able to get away doesn’t take it back because they’ll still be there when you return. Worst of all Nines will be there to push you aside. Nothing will ever change.

So you find a way inside interrogation. Empty and dark is a perfect representation of this depressing aura surrounding you. No, it’s more. Anger fills every crevice of your body and it’s not just for this idea. Nothing goes right. Why will it start now? If Nines could show emotion in a laugh it would be at you most certainly.

Hell with him then! You hardly care anymore. Is this a pathetic attempt to forget? Maybe it is and maybe...

“Y/N?”

Everything freezes. His voice penetrates the quiet completely interrupting a chance to calm down. Instead a spike in your heart takes over. He can read every beat of that and it only adds frustration. Sometimes disappearing will be better than facing his truth.

Ignoring him only forces his closer presence. Moving deliberately, almost carnally towards where you find refuge away from table. Taking a step back puts your back closer to wall but that doesn’t even seem real. Neither does he because there’s something too soft about him. That’s not true. All in your head again. All in your...

A hitch in breath stills every part of your body. He is so close there is a natural gravitation pulling you in. Instead, you lean away from him, swallowing involuntarily at his looming height. It’s just a little past intimidating at this point. Red burns in your cheeks as his body seems to enclose you to that spot. That’s why your feet find themselves moving but the rest of your body physically burns all over.

Finding voice somewhere in the pit of your stomach comes out too weakly for your taste. “Leave me alone, Conan.” “No.” No? What is he even doing here? As if he really cares! After embarrassing you in front of everyone! The android’s arm shifts to block your path, pressing a palm against wall beside your head and forcing you to press back into cool surface to hold upright. “Look at me,” he instructs. There’s nothing rough or demanding. His voice is unnaturally soft. Still the same powerful tone you’ve come to love but oh so gentle when it comes to addressing you now. That draws an intense gaze up across his face leaning closer than before. “What are you doing?” The question is far too weak. “Making it clear you are mine.” The android’s words fade into your mouth, slow and savory. Caressing, molding, capturing in a fuse of his lips mingling with a silent admission. The same admission he sits upon not expecting a silly tradition of gifting tokens of love to finally snap his resolve. A spark of shock alights your wide eyes before they fall shut. Heat floods not just in your face but your whole body shivering as hands come to find a place against the android’s chest. The way he draws against you shielding from outside influence is desperate itself. Pressing up to wall in a safe cocoon from any immediate harm in a way. At least the harm of someone finding them making out inside interrogation. Your lips find a home to smooth cool ones too desperate for own good. Is this what it feels like to be swept in a tornado, tossed completely raw and captured in a beautiful moment? Or is your sappiness showing? No. No… It is this. Hands curl up along his jacket, digging fingers beneath RK900 stitched front and imposing. He is an imposing force of unrivaled power but not while holding you now. His arms are surprisingly delicate, closing in and sweeping both of your bodies together. It’s then you discover how well you fit flush against his firm chest. Gasps are a delectable soundtrack falling around both of you but need for oxygen breaks the kiss. These breaths come too quick. Everything gives away. If it isn’t for him holding on you probably will fall into a puddle beneath his shiny black shoes. “Nines,” you pant unaware of how sensually strangled it sounds. “What are you-?” “Do you want me to stop?” Inquiring out of professional courtesy, the detective’s lips ghost beside your ear. “If you would like then I will.” Stop? Why would you ever want this to stop? God, he’s everything you dream about. He’s an android, a highly advanced, god awful beautiful android and you are in love with him. “No,” a sliver of breath forms single syllable like a prayer. “Don’t stop.” Conan’s brow furrows making his eyes appear harsher out of sheer aesthetic. However there is zero displeasure in what he processes. There is a strange persistence gnawing center of chest as if something unknown pulls at his thirium pump. So it returns this nuisance of feeling that is harboring in his system. Pathetic human emotions; his natural cold steel gaze sparkles soft in appreciation of you under the negative connotation. It is not inherently negative surrounding you but himself as he is not meant to be this – sentimental.

Yet, the detective is far too saccharine whenever thinking of you and hides it well. “If I must watch that pathetic excuse of human attempt to lay hands on you, I will snap the cartilage in each of his fingers. He should know by now not to touch what does not belong to him.” Your breath catches when he starts talking about Gavin. Any other time you will welcome it because to hell with Reed but there’s a little too much danger to Nines’ voice for you to feel comfortable. Snapping cartilage isn’t too romantic either considering it’s Valentine’s Day.

“Don’t.” Brushing palm of hand against his sharp cheekbone freezes everything. Watching his indicator swirl makes you rethink being too affectionate even if he did press you against the wall a few seconds ago. It’s just…you know him. He goes around acting haughty, uncaring and then does something entirely sweet. He’s so confusing! Maybe that’s what you love about him. There’s nothing remotely boring about Conan because one never knows what he’s going to do. There’s an element of danger to that but you also know from how he’s been kissing you there’s never any danger with him. Perps on the streets of Detroit though? Guess they better run if he’s on a case. The RK900’s fingers close around your wrist. Stalling your arm from pulling back, he drew your digits towards his face again. The gentle brush of warm human fingers is infuriatingly intoxicating. He cannot concern himself with fantasy as other androids are prone to develop but that is no longer true.

Conan imagines what the scent of you tumbling within his personal space may smell like. Mixed in sheets, white as his jacket, stark as bare skin lavishly cradled in his arms. Your body tossed among pillows and bedding made for comfort he hides well but still possesses as part of revolution's peaceful rewards. There is more to this and more he will gladly do in the prospect of your presence planting itself among his ice garden, causing color to grow unencumbered. "Emotions are weakness," he confesses the built in philosophy. "Even as I am made superior, more resilient and yet I crumble at your feet. My Flower." Holding his gaze creates an obvious shock of breath. It stills everything but your thundering heartbeat. Does this mean he...feels the same? No. That's stupid to think. It's just some dream anyway because if anything Nines is not deviant. Maybe he's confused or something. There's no place a beautiful being like him, perfect in every way he is made, is going to care about some generic human who... "Why is your stress rising?" The android demands answers to your negative feelings. Has he done something? Is that not what he always does or...? He softens realizing how severe his tone fluctuates. The red of indicator betrays why. Fear. RK900 experiences genuine fear and acts accordingly in a bite to hide from this nuisance emotion. Why must it feel so negative it is ripping his insides out? It is because of you. Now he understands. "Y/N." Eyes squeeze shut at his voice. There's something raw about it now how he says your name. Strong hands on your waist keep you stationary. Who says you really want to move?

"I'm sorry," you apologize hastily. "I know you just want to stop Gavin and other creeps from harassing me. Which is all I want because I can't stand that. But it's OK. You're not obligated or-" Conan's brow creases severely. The feature is purposely designed no matter his actual mood. As his pathetic excuse of partner deemed one disagreement, Nines apparently suffers from resting 'bitch face.' Reed only makes his fingers twitch to form fist and punch through an obstacle. As much as it would give him pleasure, you offer much, much more. "I have no obligations." He retorts. "Is that what I am? A liar?" A liar? You never called him...! "Conan, I didn't say you were lying about anything. I only meant..." "Call me Nines." He surprises himself with the request. Such an insufferably sweet nickname but it is your nickname. "Say it against my lips," breathing close stirs these incessant emotions. There is zero probability of swallowing them down. For the first time he admits that is agreeable. "Murmur it as I murmur yours from my tongue, lavishing this want and need. I feel infuriatingly human around you. Allow me this, Y/N." Oh. Ohhh. Your mind is mush. Letting it sink in, gripping up onto his jacket, you lean up on toes and part lips against his mouth sharing breath so intimately it is like tasting each others essence. "Nines," a whisper floods your face in color. "Are-are you...deviant?" The question brought out rare confusion in him. Do you not believe he is? Must he honestly ponder from his less than stellar disposition? "Yes," he answers gently. "I am deviant. I hide many things because of what is expected of me. The most advanced Cyberlife ever created. Falling into emotions would only compromise my outward persona."

Despite words, indicator shifting colors betrays the truth. You see him plainly, bare and frustratingly undone. "However, that is not entirely truthful. I do not want to let feelings riddle me with weakness. If I acquire weakness, I must adapt to possessing something I cannot lose. Something that filters through my system, wraps itself around the circuits of my brain and forces far more caution in my detective work." You swallow, feeling the tender brush of his nose down against your own. He didn't have to explain more because he just admitted everything. He's been hiding his emotional self. He's far more than people understand which you always thought but this changes everything. He'd never tell anybody this.

Expressing his true hidden emotions, Nines of all people? Never believe it but this is happening. He's making himself vulnerable for your eyes only and to think all it took is a little bundle of secret admirer flowers. "I thought you didn't care about me. Maybe I just wanted to believe the little human was out of your league."

A tiny smirk flickers across his face. "You are a delicate bite, Y/N." Nines' dry sarcasm is hungry, dangerous. Breathing you in drives his system into a chaotic storm, overheating slightly as his next step is firmly in mind. You are stunning.

His sentimentality deepens for this moment away from prying eyes. "If I must be weak then it is you I will be weak for. You are worth more than any in this entire department. Worth more than a highly advanced prototype who cannot properly flirt with you less it is deemed insulting."

Listening only makes your heart skip too many beats to count. The dry joke at the end, or what you think is his version of one, causes a smile and blush. "Nines... Conan," breathing in him is heaven sent. "You're doing better now."

"Allow me to further develop a softer approach. I am in love with you." You feel a clench direct to the heart. Looking into his face, chiseled perfection and oh so handsome; his eyes are burning ice sweeping over and making your stomach do somersaults. The icy cavern alone can swallow you whole and consume to the point of suffocation. So you let him.

"Nines, I love you..." Too. Finishing in your brain, his mouth has other ideas connecting in a hungry shudder. Arms slide up over his shoulders, hoisting up in his arms and whimpering quietly into his lips. The small moan in your throat drives his current mission as he swings you away from wall.

Landing atop table with a thump, thighs parting beside his hips, you completely come undone tangling in his scent. Purposely ruffling the android’s crisp jacket, tugging fingers through his coffee colored hair in a muss he deserves. Fantasizing about Nines taking off his stern mask and just becoming an unbridled animal is too good.

“Conan.” Whispering his name does something to this put together android. Sliding fingers to separate buttons on your top exposes skin to meet his lips. Traveling in hot artificial breath sends a shudder right down to your core.

Focusing on teasing your tender flesh with teeth leaves a thrumming analysis in his head. Increasing heartbeat, tightening of your body itself wrapping legs to his waist, all signs of arousal. It is the first he betrays equal stimulation groaning over your rapid pulse.

“I swear if you start fucking in there I’m going to blow my head off!”

A yelp rips from your throat this time. Pushing Nines back from between your legs to slide off table, your back turns quickly knowing they can see you from the other room. Two-way glass! How can you forget about that!

“Leave them alone, Hank.”

“Are you serious, Connor? It’s Valentine’s Day! I’m not leaving anybody alone around here!”

Fastening buttons on your shirt as they argue over intercom makes for another embarrassment. How are you going to live this down?

“Shall we continue this somewhere more private, Y/N?” Asking on purpose it is clear. He still has not completed his mission. There is still the consequences of placing flowers on his desk.

Rounding on him for saying that out loud gets you nowhere. The gleam in those steel eyes simply melts you into the floor. Honestly being lava wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Happy Valentine’s Day indeed.

#dbh #rk900 #rk900 x reader #detroit become human #nines x reader #dbh rk900 #nines #dbh rk900 x reader #dbh drabble #dbh oneshot #dbh not so secret admirer #semi-angst #fluff #i wanted to do a series of vdays for all 3 android bois #it'll be late but maybe #this one went long #oops

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